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That's French for "the ancient system," as in the ancient system of feudal privileges and the exercise of autocratic power over the peasants. The ancien regime never goes away, like vampires and dinosaur bones they are always hidden in the earth, exercising a mysterious influence. It is not paranoia to believe that the elites scheme against the common man. Inform yourself about their schemes here.

HYMN XXXII. Indra1. DRINK thou this Soma, Indra, Lord of Soma; drink thou the draught of noonday which thou Iovest.Puffing thy cheeks, impetuous, liberal Giver, here loose thy two Bay Horses and rejoice thee.2 Quaff it pure, meal-blent, mixt with milk, O Indra; we have poured forth the Soma for thy rapture.Knit with the prayer-fulfilling band of Maruts, yea, with the Rudras, drink till thou art sated;3 Those who gave increase to thy strength and vigour; the Maruts singing forth thy might, O Indra.Drink thou, O fair of cheek, whose hand wields thunder, with Rudras banded, at our noon libation.4 They, even the Maruts who were there, excited with song the meath-created strength of Indra.By them impelled to act he reached the vitals Of Vṛtra, though he deemed that none might wound him.5 Pleased, like a man, with our libation, Indra, drink, for enduring hero might, the Soma.Lord of Bays, moved by sacrifice come hither: thou with the Swift Ones stirrest floods and waters.6 When thou didst loose the streams to run like racers in the swift contest, having smitten VṛtraWith flying weapon where he lay, O Indra, and, godless, kept the Goddesses encompassed.7 With reverence let us worship mighty Indra, great and sublime, eternal, everyouthful,Whose greatness the dear world-halves have not measured, no, nor conceived the might of him the Holy.8 Many are Indra's nobly wrought achievements, and none of all the Gods transgress his statutes.He beareth up this earth and heaven, and, doer of marvels, he begot the Sun and Morning.9 Herein, O Guileless One, is thy true greatness, that soon as born thou drankest up the Soma.Days may not check the power of thee the Mighty, nor the nights, Indra, nor the months, nor autumns.10 As soon as thou wast born in highest heaven thou drankest Soma to delight thee, Indra;And when thou hadst pervaded earth and heaven thou wast the first supporter of the singer.11 Thou, puissant God, more mighty, slewest. Ahi showing his strength when couched around the waters.The heaven itself attained not to thy greatness when with one hip of thine the earth was shadowed.12 Sacrifice, Indra, made thee wax so mighty, the dear oblation with the flowing Soma.O Worshipful, with worship help our worship, for worship helped thy bolt when slaying Ahi.13 With sacrifice and wish have I brought Indra; still for new blessings may I turn him hither,Him magnified by ancient songs and praises, by lauds of later time and days yet recent.14 I have brought forth a song when longing seized me: ere the decisive day will I laud Indra;Then may he safely bear us over trouble, as in a ship, when both sides invocate him.15 Full is his chalice: Glory! Like a pourer I have filled up the vessel for his drinking.Presented on the right, dear Soma juices have brought us Indra, to rejoice him, hither.16 Not the deep-flowing flood, O Much-invoked One! not hills that compass thee about restrain thee,Since here incited, for thy friends, O Indra, thou breakest e’en the firm built stall of cattle.17 Call we on Maghavan, auspicious Indra, best Hero in this fight where spoil is gathered,The Strong who listens, who gives aid in battles, who slays the Vṛtras, wins and gathers riches.

HYMN XXXIII. Indra.1. FORTH from the bosom of the mountains, eager as two swift mares with loosened rein contending,Like two bright mother cows who lick their youngling, Vipāś and Sutudri speed down their waters.2 Impelled by Indra whom ye pray to urge you, ye move as ’twere on chariots to the ocean.Flowing together, swelling with your billows, O lucid Streams, each of you seeks the other.3 I have attained the most maternal River, we have approached Vipāś, the broad, the blessed.Licking as ’twere their calf the pair of Mothers flow onward to their common home together.4 We two who rise and swell with billowy waters move forward to the home which Gods have made us.Our flood may not be stayed when urged to motion. What would the singer, calling to the Rivers?5 Linger a little at my friendly bidding rest, Holy Ones, a moment in your journey.With hymn sublime soliciting your favour Kuśika's son hath called unto the River.6 Indra who wields the thunder dug our channels: he smote down Vṛtra, him who stayed our currents.Savitar, God, the lovely-handed, led us, and at his sending forth we flow expanded.7 That hero deed of Indra must be lauded for ever that he rent Ahi in pieces.He smote away the obstructors with his thunder, and eager for their course forth flowed the waters.8 Never forget this word of thine, O singer, which future generations shall reecho.In hymns, O bard, show us thy loving kindness. Humble us not mid men. To thee be honour!9 List quickly, Sisters, to the bard who cometh to you from far away with car and wagon.Bow lowly down; be easy to be traversed stay, Rivers, with your floods below our axles.10 Yea, we will listen to thy words, O singer. With wain and car from far away thou comest.Low, like a nursing mother, will I bend me, and yield me as a maiden to her lover.11 Soon as the Bharatas have fared across thee, the warrior band, urged on and sped by Indra,Then let your streams flow on in rapid motion. I crave your favour who deserve our worship.12 The warrior host, the Bharatas, fared over the singer won the favour of the Rivers.Swell with your billows, hasting, pouring riches. Fill full your channels, and roll swiftly onward.13 So let your wave bear up the pins, and ye, O Waters, spare the thongs;And never may the pair of Bulls, harmless and sinless, waste away.

HYMN XXXIV. Indra.1. FORT-RENDER, Lord of Wealth, dispelling foemen, Indra with lightnings hath o’ercome the Dāsa.Impelled by prayer and waxen great in body, he hath filled earth and heaven, the Bounteous Giver.2 I stimulate thy zeal, the Strong, the Hero decking my song of praise forth; Immortal.O Indra, thou art equally the Leader of heavenly hosts and human generations.3 Leading, his band Indra encompassed Vṛtra; weak grew the wily leader of enchanters.He who burns fierce in forests slaughtered Vyaṁsa, and made the Milch-kine of the nights apparent.4 Indra, light-winner, days' Creator, conquered, victorious, hostile bands with those who loved him.For man the days' bright ensign he illumined, and found the light for his joy and gladness.5 Forward to fiercely falling blows pressed Indra, herolike doing many hero exploits.These holy songs he taught the bard who gaised him, and widely spread these Dawns' resplendent colour.6 They laud the mighty acts of him the Mighty, the many glorious deeds performed by Indra.He in his strength, with all-surpassing prowess, through wondrous arts crushed the malignant Dasyus.7 Lord of the brave, Indra who rules the people gave freedom to the Gods by might and battle.Wise singers glorify with chanted praises these his achievements in Vivasvān's dwelling.8 Excellent, Conqueror, the victory-giver, the winner of the light and Godlike Waters,He who hath won this broad earth and this heaven, -in Indra they rejoice who love devotions.9 He gained possession of the Sun and Horses, Indra obtained the Cow who feedeth many.Treasure of gold he won; he smote the Dasyus, and gave protection to the Āryan colour.10 He took the plants and days for his possession; he gained the forest trees and air's mid-region.Vala he cleft, and chased away opponents: thus was he tamer of the overweening.11 Call we on Maghavan, auspicious Indra, best Hero in the fight where spoil is gathered,The Strong, who listens, who gives aid in battles, who slays the Vṛtras, wins and gathers treasures.

HYMN XXXV Indra.1. MOUNT the Bay Horses to thy chariot harnessed, and come to us like Vāyu with his coursers.Thou, hastening to us, shalt drink the Soma. Hail, Indra. We have poured it for thy rapture.2 For him, the God who is invoked by many, the two swift Bay Steeds to the pole I harness,That they in fleet course may bring Indra hither, e’en to this sacrifice arranged completely.3 Bring the strong Steeds who drink the warm libation, and, Bull of Godlike nature, be thou gracious.Let thy Steeds eat; set free thy Tawny Horses, and roasted grain like this consume thou daily.4 Those who are yoked by prayer I harness, fleet friendly Bays who take their joy together.Mounting thy firm and easy car, O Indra, wise and all-knowing come thou to the Soma.5 No other worshippers must stay beside them thy Bays, thy vigorous and smooth-backed Coursers.Pass by them all and hasten onward hither: with Soma pressed we will prepare to feast thee.6 Thine is this Soma: hasten to approach it. Drink thou thereof, benevolent, and cease not.Sit on the sacred grass at this our worship, and take these drops into thy belly, Indra.7 The grass is strewn for thee, pressed is the Soma; the grain is ready for thy Bays to feed on.To thee who lovest them, the very mighty, strong, girt by Maruts, are these gifts presented.8 This the sweet draught, with cows, the men, the mountains, the waters, Indra, have for thee made ready.Come, drink thereof, Sublime One, friendly-minded, foreseeing, knowing well the ways thou goest.9 The Maruts, they with whom thou sharedst Soma, Indra, who made thee strong and were thine army,—With these accordant, eagerly desirous drink thou this Soma with the tongue of Agni.10 Drink, Indra, of the juice by thine own nature, or by the tongue of Agni, O thou Holy.Accept the sacrificial gift, O Śakra, from the Adhvaryu's hand or from the Hotar's.11 Call we on Maghavan, auspicious Indra, best Hero in the fight where spoil is gathered,The Strong, who listens, who.gives aid in battles, who slays the Vṛtras, wins and gathers riches.

HYMN XXXVI. Indra.1. WITH constant succours, fain thyself to share it, make this oblation which we bring effective.Grown great through strengthening gifts at each libation, he hath become renowned by mighty exploits.2 For Indra were the Somas erst- discovered, whereby he grew strong-jointed, vast, and skilful.Indra , take quickly these presented juices: drink of the strong, that which the strong have shaken.3 Drink and wax great. Thine are the juices, Indra, both Somas of old time and these we bring thee.Even as thou drankest, Indra, earlier Somas, so drink to-day, a new guest, meet for praises.4 Great and impetuous, mighty-voiced in battle, surpassing power is his, and strength resistless.Him the broad earth hath never comprehended when Somas cheered the Lord of Tawny Coursers.5 Mighty and strong he waxed for hero exploit: the Bull was furnished a Sage's wisdom.Indra is our kind Lord; his steers have vigour; his cows are many with abundant offspring.6 As floods according to their stream flow onward, so to the sea, as borne on cars, the waters.Vaster is Indra even than his dwelling, what time the stalk milked out, the Soma, fills him.7 Eager to mingle with the sea, the rivers carry the well-pressed Soma juice to Indra.They drain the stalk out with their arms, quick-banded, and cleanse it with a stream of mead and filters.8 Like lakes appear his flanks filled full with Soma: yea, he contains libations in abundance.When Indra had consumed the first sweet viands, he, after slaying Vṛtra, claimed the Soma.9 Then bring thou hither, and let none prevent it: we know thee well, the Lord of wealth and treasure.That splendid gift which is thine own, O Indra, vouchsafe to us, Lord of the Tawny Coursers.10 O Indra, Maghavan, impetuous mover, grant us abundant wealth that brings all blessings.Give us a hundred autumns for our lifetime: give us, O fair-checked Indra, store of heroes.11 Call we on Indra, Maghavan, auspicious, best Hero in the fight where spoil is gathered,The Strong, who listens, who gives aid in battles, who slays the Vṛtras, wins and gathers riches.

HYMN XXXVII. Indra.1. O INDRA, for the strength that slays Vṛtra and conquers in the fight,We turn thee hitherward to us.2 O Indra, Lord of Hundred Powers, may those who praise thee hitherward.Direct thy spirit and thine eye.3 O Indra, Lord of Hundred Powers, with all our songs we invocateThy names for triumph over foes.4 We strive for glory through the powers immense of him whom many praise,Of Indra who supports mankind.5 For Vṛtra's slaughter I address Indra whom many invocate,To win us booty in the wars.6 In battles be victorious. We seek thee, Lord of Hundred Powers,Indra, that Vṛtra may be slain.7 In splendid combats of the hosts, in glories where the fight is won.Indra, be victor over foes.8 Drink thou the Soma for our help, bright, vigilant, exceeding strong,O Indra, Lord of Hundred Powers.9 O Śatakratu, powers which thou mid the Five Races hast displayed-These, Indra, do I claim of thee.10 Indra, great glory hast thou gained. Win splendid fame which none may marWe make thy might perpetual.11 Come to us either from anear, Or, Śakra, come from far away.Indra, wherever be thy home, come to us thence, O Thunder-armed.

HYMN XXXVIII. Indra.1. HASTING like some strong courser good at drawing, a thought have I imagined like a workman.Pondering what is dearest and most noble, I long to see the sages full of wisdom.2 Ask of the sages' mighty generations firm-minded and devout they framed the heaven.These are thy heart-sought strengthening directions, and they have come to be sky's upholders.3 Assuming in this world mysterious natures, they decked the heaven and earth for high dominion,Measured with measures, fixed their broad expanses, set the great worlds apart held firm for safety.4 Even as he mounted up they all adorned him: self-luminous he travels clothed in splendour.That is the Bull's, the Asura's mighty figure: he, omniform, hath reached the eternal waters.5 First the more ancient Bull engendered offspring; these are his many draughts that lent him vigour.From days of old ye Kings, two Sons of Heaven, by hymns of sacrifice have won dominion.6 Three seats ye Sovrans, in the Holy synod, many, yea, all, ye honour with your presence.There saw I, going thither in the spirit, Gandharvas in their course with wind-blown tresses.7 That same companionship of her, the Milch-cow, here with the strong Bull's divers forms they stablished.Enduing still some new celestial figure, the skilful workers shaped a form around him.8 Let no one here debar me from enjoying the golden light which Savitar diffuses.He covers both all-fostering worlds with praises even as a woman cherishes her children.9 Fulfil, ye twain, his work, the Great, the Ancient: as heavenly blessing keep your guard around us.All the wise Gods behold his varied actions who stands erect, whose voice is like a herdsman's.10 Call we on Indra, Maghavan, auspicious, best Hero in the fight where spoil is gathered,The Strong, who listens, who gives aid in battles, who slays the Vṛtras, wins and gathers riches.

HYMN XXXIX. Indra.1. To Indra from the heart the hymn proceedeth, to him the Lord, recited, built with praises;The wakening song sung forth in holy synod: that which is born for thee, O Indra, notice.2 Born from the heaven e’en in the days aforetime, wakening, sting aloud in holy synod,Auspicious, clad in white and shining raiment, this is the ancient hymn of our forefathers.3 The Mother of the Twins hath borne Twin Children: my tongue's tip raised itself and rested silent.Killing the darkness at the light's foundation, the Couple newly born attain their beauty.4 Not one is found among them, none of mortals, to blame our sires who fought to win the cattle.Their strengthener was Indra the Majestic he spread their stalls of kine the Wonder-Worker.5 Where as a Friend with friendly men, Navagvas, with heroes, on his knees he sought the cattle.There, verily with ten Daśagvas Indra found the Sun lying hidden in the darkness.6 Indra found meath collected in the milch-cow, by foot and hoof, in the cow's place of pasture.That which lay secret, hidden in the waters, he held in his right hand, the rich rewarder.7 He took the light, discerning it from darkness: may we be far removed from all misfortune.These songs, O Soma-drinker, cheered by Soma, Indra, accept from thy most zealous poet.8 Let there be light through both the worlds for worship: may we be far from most overwhelming evil.Great woe comes even from the hostile mortal, piled up; but good at rescue are the Vasus.9 Call we on Maghavan, auspicious Indra, best Hero in the fight where spoil is gathered,The Strong, who listens, who gives aid in battles, who slays the Vṛtras, wins and gathers riches.

HYMN XL. Indra.1. THEE, Indra, we invoke, the Bull, what time the Soma is expressed.So drink thou of the savoury juice.2 Indra, whom many laud, accept the strength-conferring Soma juice:Quaff, pour down drink that satisfies.3 Indra, with all the Gods promote our wealth-bestowing sacrifice,Thou highly-lauded Lord of men.4 Lord of the brave, to thee proceed these drops of Soma juice expressed,The bright drops to thy dwelling-place.5 Within thy belly, Indra, take juice, Soma the most excellent: Thine are the drops celestial.6 Drink our libation, Lord of hymns: with streams of meath thou art bedewedOur glory, Indra, is thy gift.7 To Indra go the treasures of the worshipper, which never fail:He drinks the Soma and is strong8 From far away, from near at hand, O Vṛtra-slayer, come to us:Accept the songs we sing to thee.9 When from the space between the near and far thou art invoked by us,Thence, Indra. come thou hitherward.

HYMN XLII. Indra.1. COME to the juice that we have pressed, to Soma, Indra, bleat with milk:Come, favouring us, thy Bay-drawn car!2 Come, Indra, to this gladdening drink, placed on the grass, pressed out with stones:Wilt thou not drink thy fill thereof?3 To Indra have my songs of praise gone forth, thus rapidly sent hence,To turn him to the Soma-draught.4 Hither with songs of praise we call Indra to drink the Soma juice:Will he not come to us by lauds?5 Indra, these Somas are expressed. Take them within thy belly, LordOf Hundred Powers, thou Prince of Wealth.6 We know thee winner of the spoil, and resolute in battles, Sage!Therefore thy blessing we implore.7 Borne hither by thy Stallions, drink, Indra, this juice which we have pressed,Mingled with barley and with milk.8 Indra, for thee, in thine own place, I urge the Soma for thy draught:Deep in thy heart let it remain,9 We call on thee, the Ancient One, Indra, to drink the Soma juice,We Kuśikas who seek thine aid.

HYMN XLIII. Indra.1. MOUNTED upon thy chariot-seat approach us: thine is the Soma-draught from days aforetime.Loose for the sacred grass thy dear companions. These men who bring oblation call thee hither.2 Come our true Friend, passing by many people; come with thy two Bay Steeds to our devotions;For these our hymns are calling thee, O Indra, hymns formed for praise, soliciting thy friendship.3 Pleased, with thy Bay Steeds, Indra, God, come quickly to this our sacrifice that heightens worship;For with my thoughts, presenting oil to feed thee, I call thee to the feast of sweet libations.4 Yea, let thy two Bay Stallions bear thee hither, well limbed and good to draw, thy dear companions.Pleased with the corn-blent offering which we bring thee, may Indra, Friend, hear his friend's adoration.5 Wilt thou not make me guardian of the people, make me, impetuous Maghavan, their ruler?Make me a Ṛṣi having drunk of Soma? Wilt thou not give me wealth that lasts for ever?6 Yoked to thy chariot, led thy tall Bays, Indra, companions of thy banquet, bear thee hither,Who from of old press to heaven's farthest limits, the Bull's impetuous and well-groomed Horses.7 Drink of the strong pressed out by strong ones, Indra, that which the Falcon brought thee when thou longedst;In whose wild joy thou stirrest up the people, in whose wild joy thou didst unbar the cow-stalls.8 Call we on Indra, Makhavan, auspicious, best Hero in the fight where spoil is gathered;The Strong, who listens, who gives aid in battles, who slays the Vṛtras, wins and gathers riches.

HYMN XLIV. Indra.1. May this delightsome Soma be expressed for thee by tawny stones.Joying thereat, O Indra, with thy Bay Steeds come:. ascend thy golden-coloured car.2 In love thou madest Uṣas glow, in love thou madest Sūrya shine.Thou, Indra, knowing, thinking, Lord of Tawny Steeds, above all glories waxest great.3 The heaven with streams of golden hue, earth with her tints of green and gold-The golden Pair yield Indra plenteous nourishment: between them moves the golden One.4 When born to life the golden Bull illumines all the realm of light.He takes his golden weapon, Lord of Tawny Steeds, the golden thunder in his arms.5 The bright, the well-loved thunderbolt, girt with the bright, Indra disclosed,Disclosed the Soma juice pressed out by tawny stones, with tawny steeds drave forth the kine.

HYMN XLV. Indra.1. COME hither, Indra, with Bay Steeds, joyous, with tails like peacocks' plumes.Let no men cheek thy course as fowlers stay the bird: pass o’er them as o’er desert lands.2 He who slew Vṛtra, burst the cloud, brake the strongholds and drave the floods,Indra who mounts his chariot at his Bay Steeds' cry, shatters e’en things that stand most firm.3 Like pools of water deep and full, like kine thou cherishest thy might;Like the milch-cows that go well-guarded to the mead, like water-brooks that reach the lake.4 Bring thou us wealth with power to strike, our share, 'gainst him who calls it his.Shake, Indra, as with hooks, the tree for ripened fruit, for wealth to satisfy our wish.5 Indra, self-ruling Lord art thou, good Leader, of most glorious fame.So, waxen in thy strength, O thou whom many praise, be thou most swift to hear our call.

HYMN XLVI. Indra.1. OF thee, the Bull, the Warrior, Sovran Ruler, joyous and fierce, ancient and ever youthful,The undecaying One who wields the thunder, renowned and great, great are the exploits, Indra.2 Great art thou, Mighty Lord, through manly vigour, O fierce One, gathering spoil, subduing others,Thyself alone the universe's Sovran: so send forth men to combat and to rest them.3 He hath surpassed all measure in his brightness, yea, and the Gods, for none may be his equal.Impetuous Indra in his might cxccedcth wide vast mid-air and heaven and earth together.4 To Indra, even as rivers to the ocean, flow forth from days of old the Soma juices;To him wide deep and mighty from his birth-time, the well of holy thoughts, aIl-comprehending.5 The Soma, Indra, which the earth and heaven bear for thee as a mother bears her infant,This they send forth to thee, this, vigorous Hero! Adhvaryus purify for thee to drink of.

HYMN XLVII. Indra.1. DRINK, Indra, Marut-girt, as Bull, the Soma, for joy, for rapture even as thou listest.Pour down the flood of meath within thy belly: thou from of old art King of Soma juices.2 Indra, accordant, with the banded Maruts, drink Soma, Hero, as wise Vṛtra-slayer.Slay thou our foemen, drive away assailants and make us safe on every side from danger.3 And, drinker at due seasons, drink in season, Indra, with friendly Gods, our pressed-out Soma.The Maruts following, whom thou madest sharers, gave thee the victory, and thou slewest Vṛtra.4 Drink Soma, Indra, banded with the Maruts who, Maghavan, strengthened thee at Ahi's slaughter,'Gainst Śambara, Lord of Bays! in winning cattle, and now rejoice in thee, the holy Singers.5 The Bull whose strength hath waxed, whom Maruts follow, free-giving Indra, the celestial Ruler,Mighty, all-conquering, the victory-giver, him let us call to grant us new protection.

HYMN XLVIII. Indra.1. SOON as the young Bull sprang into existence he longed to taste the pressed-out Soma's liquor.Drink thou thy fill, according to thy longing, first, of the goodly mixture blent with Soma.2 That day when thou wast born thou, fain to taste it, drankest the plant's milk which the mountains nourish.That milk thy Mother first, the Dame who bare thee, poured for thee in thy mighty Father's dwelling.3 Desiring food he came unto his Mother, and on her breast beheld the pungent Soma.Wise, he moved on, keeping aloof the others, and wrought great exploits in his varied aspects.4 Fierce, quickly conquering, of surpassing vigour, he framed his body even as he listed.E’en from his birth-time Indra conquered Tvaṣṭar, bore off the Soma and in beakers drank it.5 Call we on Maghavan, auspicious Indra, best Hero in the fight where spoil is gathered;The Strong, who listens, who gives aid in battles, who slays the Vṛtras, wins and gathers riches.

HYMN XLIX. Indra.1. GREAT Indra will I laud, in whom all people who drink the Soma have attained their longing;Whom, passing wise, Gods, Heaven and Earth, engendered, formed by a Master's hand, to crush the Vṛtras.2 Whom, most heroic, borne by Tawny Coursers, verily none subdueth in the battle;Who, reaching far, most vigorous, hath shortened the Dasyu's life with Warriors bold of spirit.3 Victor in fight, swift mover like a warhorse, pervading both worlds, rainer down of blessings,To he invoked in war like Bhaga, Father, as ’twere, of hymns, fair, prompt to hear, strength-giver.4 Supporting heaven, the high back of the region, his car is Vāyu with his team of Vasus.Illumining the nights, the Sun's creator, like Dhiṣaṇā he deals forth strength and riches.5 Call we on Maghavan, auspicious Indra, best Hero in the fight where spoil is gathered;The Strong, who listens, who gives aid in battles, who slays the Vṛtras, wins and gathers treasure.

HYMN L. Indra.1. LET Indra drink, All-hail! for his is Soma,—the mighty Bull come, girt by Maruts, hither.Far-reaching, let him fill him with these viands, and let our offering sate his body's longing.2 I yoke thy pair of trusty Steeds for swiftness, whose faithful service from of old thou lovest.Here, fair of cheek! let thy Bay Coursers place thee: drink of this lovely welleffused libation.3 With milk they made Indra their good Preserver, lauding for help and rule the bounteous rainer.Impetuous God, when thou hast drunk the Soma, enraptured send us cattle in abundance.4 With kine and horses satisfy this longing with very splendid bounty still extend it.Seeking the light, with hymns to thee, O Indra, the Kuśikas have brought their gift, the singers.5 Call we on Maghavan, auspicious Indra, best Hero in the fight where spoil is gathered;The Strong, who listens, who gives aid in battles, who slays the Vṛtras, wins and gathers riches.

HYMN LI. Indra.1. HIGH hymns have sounded forth the praise of Maghavan, supporter of mankind, of Indra meet for lauds;Him who hath waxen great, invoked with beauteous songs, Immortal One, whose praise each day is sung aloud.2 To Indra from all sides go forth my songs of praise, the Lord of Hundred Powers, strong, Hero, like the sea,Swift, winner of the booty, breaker-down of forts, faithful and ever-glorious, finder of the light.3 Where battle's spoil is piled the singer winneth praise, for Indra taketh care of matchless worshippers.He in Vivasvān's dwelling findeth his delight: praise thou the ever-conquering slayer of the foe.4 Thee, valorous, most heroic of the heroes, shall the priests glorify with songg and praises.Full of all wondrous power he goes to conquest: worship is his, sole Lord from days aforetime.5 Abundant are the gifts he gives to mortals: for him the earth bears a rich store of treasures.The heavens, the growing plants, the living waters, the forest trees preserve their wealth for Indra.6 To thee, O Indra, Lord of Bays, for ever are offered prayers and songs: accept them gladly.As Kinsman think thou of some fresh assistance; good Friend, give strength and life to those who praise thee.7 Here, Indra, drink thou Soma with the Maruts, as thou didst drink the juice beside Śāryāta.Under thy guidance, in thy keeping, Hero, the singers serve, skilled in fair sacrifices.8 So eagerly desirous drink the Soma, our juice, O Indra, with thy friends the Maruts,Since at thy birth all Deities adorned thee for the great fight, O thou invoked of many.9 He was your comrade in your zeal, O Maruts: they, rich in noble gifts, rejoiced in Indra.With them together let the Vṛtra-slayer drink in his home the worshipper's libation.10 So, Lord of affluent gifts, this juice hath been pressed for thee with strengthDrink of it, thou who lovest song.11 Incline thy body to this juice which suits thy Godlike nature well:May it cheer thee who lovest it.12 Brave Indra, let it work through both thy flanks, and through thy head by prayer,And through thine arms, to prosper us.

HYMN LII. Indra.1. INDRA, accept at break of day our Soma mixt with roasted corn,With groats with cake, with eulogies.2 Accept, O Indra, and enjoy the well-dressed sacrificial cake: Oblations are poured forth to thee.3 Consume our sacrificial cake, accept the songs of praise we sing,As he who woes accepts his bride.4 Famed from of old, accept the cake at our libation poured at dawn,Forgreat, O Indra, is thy power.5 Let roasted corn of our midday libation, and sacrificial cake here please thee, Indra,What time the lauding singer, keen of purpose and eager as a bull, with hymns implores thee.6 At the third sacrifice, O thou whom many praise, give glory to the roasted corn and holy cake.With offered viands and with songs may we assist thee, Sage, whom Vāja and the Ṛbhus wait upon.7 The groats have we prepared for thee with Pūṣan, corn for thee, Lord of Bay Steeds, with thy horses.Eat thou the meal-cake, banded with the Maruts, wise Hero, Vṛtra-slayer, drink the Soma.8 Bring forth the roasted corn to meet him quickly, cake for the bravest Hero mid the heroes.Indra, may hymns accordant with thee daily strengthen thee, Bold One, for the draught of Soma.

HYMN LIII. Indra, Parvata, Etc.1. ON a high car, O Parvata and Indra, bring pleasant viands, with brave heroes, hither.Enjoy the gifts, Gods, at our sacrifices wax strong by hymns, rejoice in our oblation.2 Stay still, O Maghavan, advance no farther. a draught of well-pressed Soma will I give thee.With sweetest song I grasp, O Mighty Indra, thy garment's hem as a child grasps his father's.3 Adhvaryu, sing we both; sing thou in answer: make we a laud acceptable to Indra.Upon this sacrificer's grass he seated: to Indra shall our eulogy be uttered.4 A wife, O Maghavan is home and dwelling: so let thy Bay Steeds yoked convey thee hither.Whenever we press out for thee the Soma, let Agni as our Herald speed to call thee.5 Depart, O Maghavan;again come hither: both there and here thy goat is Indra, Brother,Where thy tall chariot hath a place to rest in, and where thqu loosest thy loud-neighing Courser.6 Thou hast drunk Soma, Indra, turn thee homeward; thy joy is in thy home, thy racious Consort;Where thy tall chariot hath a place to rest in, and thy strong Courser is set free with guerdon.7 Bounteous are these, Aṅgirases, Virupas: the Asura's Heroes and the Sons of Heaven.They, giving store of wealth to Viśvāmitra, prolong his life through countless Soma-pressings.8 Maghavan weareth every shape at pleasure, effecting magic changes in his body,Holy One, drinker out of season, coming thrice, in a moment, through fit prayers, from heaven.9 The mighty sage, God-born and God-incited, who looks on men, restrained the billowy river.When Viśvāmitra was Sudās's escort, then Indra through the Kuśikas grew friendly.10 Like swans, prepare a song of praise with pressing-stones, glad in your hymns with juice poured forth in sacrifice.Ye singers, with the Gods, sages who look on men, ye Kutikas drink up the Soma's savoury meath.11 Come forward, Kuśikas, and be attentive; let loose Sudās's horse to win him riches.East, west, and north, let the King slay the foeman, then at earth's choicest place perform his worship.12 Praises to Indra have I sung, sustainer of this earth and heaven. This prayer of Viśvāmitra keeps secure the race of Bharatas.13 The Viśvāmitras have sung forth this prayer to Indra Thunder-aimed:So let him make us prosperous.14 Among the Kikatas what do thy cattle? They pour no milky draught, they heat no caldron.Bring thou to us the wealth of Pramaganda;give up to us, O Maghavan, the low-born.15 Sasarpari, the gift of Jamadagnis, hath lowed with mighty voice dispelling famine.The Daughter of the Sun hath spread our glory among the Gods, imperishable, deathless.16 Sasarpari brought glory speedily to these, over the generations of the Fivefold Race;Daughter of Paksa, she bestows new vital power, she whom the ancient Jamadagnis gave to me.17 Strong be the pair of oxen, firm the axles, let not the pole slip nor the yoke be broken.May Indra, keep the yoke-pins from decaying: attend us, thou whose fellies are uninjured.18 O Indra, give our bodies strength, strength to the bulls who draw the wains,Strength to our seed and progeny that they may live, for thou art he who giveth strength.19 Enclose thee in the heart of Khayar timber, in the car wrought of Sinsapa put firmness.Show thyself strong, O Axle, fixed and strengthened: throw us not from the car whereon we travel.20 Let not this sovran of the wood leave us forlorn or injure us.Safe may we be until we reach our homes and rest us and unyoke.21 With various aids this day come to us, Indra, with best aids speed us, Maghavan, thou Hero.Let him who hatcth us fall headlong downward: him whom we hate let vital breath abandon.22 He heats his very axe, and then cuts a mere Semal blossom off.O Indra, like a caldron cracked and seething, so he pours out foam.23 Men notice not the arrow, O ye people; they bring the red beast deeming it a bullock.A sluggish steed men run not with the courser, nor ever lead an ass before a charger.24 These men, the sons of Bhārata, O Indra, regard not severance or close connexion.They urge their own steed as it were another's, and take him, swift as the bow's string, to battle.

HYMN LIV. Viśvedevas.1. To him adorable, mighty, meet for synods, this strengthening hymn, unceasing, have they offered.May Agni hear us with his homely splendours, hear us, Eternal One, with heavenly lustre.2 To mighty Heaven and Earth I sing forth loudly: my wish goes out desirous and well knowingBoth, at whose laud in synods, showing favour, the Gods rejoice them with the living mortal.3 O Heaven and Earth, may your great law he faithful: he ye our leaders for our high advantage.To Heaven and Earth I offer this my homage, with food, O Agni, as I pray for riches.4 Yea, holy Heaven and Earth, the ancient sages whose word was ever true had power to find you;And brave men in the fightwhere heroes conquer, O Earth, have known you well and paid you honour.5 What pathway leadeth to the Gods? Who knoweth this of a truth, and who will now declare it?Seen are their lowest dwelling-places only, but they are in remote and secret regions.6 The Sage who looketh on mankind hath viewed them bedewed, rejoicing in the seat of Order.They make a home as for a bird, though parted, with one same will finding themselves together.7 Partners though parted, with far-distant limits, on one firm place both stand for ever watchful,And, being young for evermore, as sisters, speak to each other names that are united.8 All living things they part and keep asunder; though bearing up the mighty Gods they reel not.One All is Lord of what is fixed and moving, that walks, that flies, this multiform creation.9 Afar the Ancient from of old I ponder, our kinship with our mighty Sire and Father,—Singing the praise whereof the Gods by custom stand on the spacious far-extended pathway.10 This laud, O Heaven and Earth, to you I utter: let the kind-hearted hear, whose tongue is Agni,Young, Sovran Rulers, Varuṇa and Mitra, the wise and very glorious Ādityas.11 The fair-tongued Savitar, the golden-handed, comes thrice from heaven as Lord in our assembly.Bear to the Gods this song of praise, and send us, then, Savitar, complete and perfect safety.12 Deft worker, skiful-handed, helpful, holy, may Tvaṣṭar, God, give us these things to aid us,Take your delight, Ye Ṛbhus joined with Pūṣan: ye have prepared the rite with stones adjusted.13 Borne on their flashing car, the spear-armed Maruts, the nimble Youths of Heaven, the Sons of Order,The Holy, and Sarasvatī, shall hear us: ye Mighty, give us wealth with noble offspring.14 To Viṣṇu rich in marvels, songs And praises shall go as singers on the road of Bhaga,—The Chieftain of the Mighty Stride, whose Mothers, the many young Dames, never disregard him.15 Indra, who rules through all his powers heroic, hath with his majesty filled earth and heaven.Lord of brave hosts, Fort-crusher, Vṛtra-slayer, gather thou up and bring us store of cattle.16 My Sires are the Nāsatyas, kind tokinsmen: the Aśvins' kinship is a glorious title.For ye are they who give us store of riches: ye guard your gift uncheated by the bounteous.17 This is, ye Wise, your great and glorious title, that all ye Deities abide in Indra.Friend, Much-invoked! art thou with thy dear Ṛbhus: fashion ye this our hymn for our advantage.18 Aryaman, Aditi deserve our worship: the laws of Varuṇa remain unbroken.The lot of childlessness remove ye from us, and let our course be rich in kine and offspring.19 May the Gods’ envoy, sent to many a quarter, proclaim us sinless for our perfect safety.May Earth and Heaven, the Sun, the waters, hear us, and the wide firmament and constellations.20 Hear us the mouatains which distil the rain-drops, and, resting firm, rejoice in freshening moisture.May Aditi with the Ādityas hear us, and Maruts grant us their auspicious shelter.21 Soft be our path for ever, well-provisioned: with pleasant meath, O Gods, the herbs besprinkle.Safe be my bliss, O Agni, in thy friendship: may I attain the seat of foodful. riches,22 Enjoy the offering: beam thou strength upon us; combine thou for our good all kinds of glory.Conquer in battle, Agni, all those foemen, and light us every day with loving kindness.

HYMN LV. Viśvedevas.1. AT the first shining of the earliest Mornings, in the Cow's home was born the Great Eternal.Now shall the statutes of the Gods be valid. Great is the Gods’ supreme and sole dominion -2 Let not the Gods here injure us, O Agni, nor Fathers of old time who know the region,Nor the sign set between two ancient dwellings. Great is the Gods’ supreme and sole dominion.3 My wishes fly abroad to many places: I glance back to the ancient sacrifices.Let us declare the truth when fire is kindled. Great is the Gods’ supreme and sole dominion.4 King Universal, born to sundry quarters, extended through the wood be lies on couches.One Mother rests: another feeds the Infant. Great is the Gods’ supreme and sole dominion.5 Lodged in old plants, he grows again in younger, swiftly within the newly-born and tender.Though they are unimpregned, he makes them fruitful. Great is the Gods’ supreme and sole dominion.6 Now lying far away, Child of two Mothers, he wanders unrestrained, the single youngling.These are the laws of Varuṇa and Mitra. Great is the Gods’ supreme and sole dominion.7 Child of two Mothers, Priest, sole Lord in synods, he still precedes while resting as foundation.They who speak sweetly bring him sweet addresses. Great is the Gods’ supreme and sole dominion.8 As to a friendly warrior when he battles, each thing that comes anear is seen to meet him.The hymn commingles with the cow's oblation. Great is the Gods’ supreme and sole dominion.9 Deep within these the hoary envoy pierceth; mighty, he goeth to the realm of splendour,And looketh on us, clad in wondrous beauty. Great is the Gods’ supreme and sole dominion.10 Viṣṇu, the guardian, keeps the loftiest station, upholding dear, immortal dwelling-places.Agni knows well all these created beings. Great is the Gods’ supreme and sole dominion.11 Ye, variant Pair, have made yourselves twin beauties: one of the Twain is dark, bright shines the other;And yet these two, the dark, the red, are Sisters. Great is the Gods’ supreme and sole dominion.12 Where the two Cows, the Mother and the Daughter, meet and give suck yielding their lordly nectar,I praise them at the seat of law eternal. Great is the Gods’ supreme and sole dominion.13 Loud hath she lowed, licking the other's youngling. On what world hath the Milch-cow laid her udder?This Iḷā streameth with the milk of Order. Great is the Gods’ supreme and sole dominion.14 Earth weareth beauties manifold: uplifted, licking her Calf of eighteen months, she standeth.Well-skilled I seek the seat of law eternal. Great is the Gods’ supreme and sole dominion.15 Within a wondrous place the Twain are treasured: the one is manifest, the other hidden.One common pathway leads in two directions. Great is the Gods’ supreme and sole dominion.16 Let the milch-kine that have no calves storm downward, yielding rich nectar, streaming, unexhausted,These who are ever new and fresh and youthful. Great is the Gods’ supreme and sole dominion.17 What time the Bull bellows in other regions, another herd receives the genial moisture;For he is Bhaga, King, the earth's Protector. Great is the Gods’ supreme and sole dominion.18 Let us declare the Hero's wealth in horses, O all ye folk: of this the Gods have knowledge.Sixfold they bear him, or by fives are harnessed. Great is the Gods’ supreme and sole dominion.19 Tvaṣṭar the God, the omniform. Creator, begets and feeds mankind in various manner.His, verily, arc all these living creatures. Great is the Gods’ supreme dominion.20 The two great meeting Bowls hath he united: each of the Pair is laden with histreasure.The Hero is renowned for gathering riches. Great is the Gods’ supreme and sole dominion.21 Yea, and on this our earth the All-Sustainer dwells like a King with noble friends about him.In his protection heroes rest in safety. Great is the Cods' supreme and sole dominion.22 Rich in their gifts for thee are herbs and waters, and earth brings all her wealth for thee, O Indra.May we as friends of thine share goodly treasures. Great is the Gods’ supreme and sole dominion.

HYMN LVI. Viśvedevas.1. NOT men of magic skill, not men of wisdom impair the Gods’ first steadfast ordinances.Ne’er may the earth and heaven which know not malice, nor the fixed hills, be bowed by sage devices.2 One, moving not away, supports six burthens: the Cows proceed to him the true, the Highest.Near stand three Mighty Ones who travel swiftly: two are concealed from sight, one is apparent.3 The Bull who wears all shapes, the triple-breasted, three-uddered, with a brood in many places,Ruleth majestic with his triple aspect, the Bull, the Everlasting Ones' impregner.4 When nigh them, as their tracer he observed them: he called aloud the dear name of Ādityas.The Goddesses, the Waters, stayed to meet him: they who were wandering separate enclosed him.5 Streams! the wise Gods have thrice three habitations. Child of three Mothers, he is Lord in synods.Three are the holy Ladies of the Waters, thrice here from heaven supreme in our assembly.6 Do thou, O Savitar, from heaven thrice hither, three times a day, send down thy blessings daily.Send us, O Bhaga, triple wealth and treasure; cause the two worlds to prosper us, Preserver!7 Savitar thrice from heaven pours down abundance, and the fair-handed Kings Varuṇa, Mitra;And spacious Heaven and Earth, yea, and the Waters, solicit wealth that Savitar may send us.8 Three are the bright realms, best, beyond attainment, and three, the Asura's Heroes, rule as Sovrans,Holy and vigorous, never to be injured. Thrice may the Gods from heaven attend our synod.

HYMN LVII. Viśvedevas.1. MY thought with fine discernment hath discovered the Cow who wanders free without a herdsman,Her who hath straightway poured me food in plenty: Indra and Agni therefore are her praisers.2 Indra and Pūṣan, deft of hand and mighty, well-pleased have drained the heaven's exhaustless udder.As in this praise the Gods have all delighted, may I win blessing here from you, O Vasus.3 Fain to lend vigour to the Bull, the siste.. with reverence recognize the germ within him.The Cows come lowing hither to the Youngling, to him endued with great and wondrous beauties.4 Fixing with thought, at sacrifice, the press-stones, I bid the well-formed Heaven and Earth come hither;For these thy flames, which give men boons in plenty, rise up on high, the beautiful, the holy.5 Agni, thy meath-sweet tongue that tastes fair viands, which among Gods is called the far-extended,—Therewith make all the Holy Odes be seated here for our help, and feed them with sweet juices.6 Let thy stream give us drink, O God, O Agni, wonderful and exhaustless like the rain-clouds.Thus care for us, O Vasu Jātavedas, show us thy loving-kindness, reaching all men.

HYMN LVIII. Aśvins.1. THE Ancient's Milch-cow yields the things we long for: the Son of Dakṣiṇā travels between them.She with the splendid chariot brings refulgence. The praise of Uṣas hath awoke the Aśvins.2 They bear you hither by well-orderd statute: our sacred offerings rise as if to parents.Destroy in us the counsel of the niggard come hitherward, for we have shown you favour.3 With lightly-rolling car and well-yoked horses hear this, the press-stone's song, ye Wonder-Workers.Have not the sages of old time, ye Aśvins, called you most prompt to come and stay misfortune?4 Remember us, and come to us, for ever men, as their wont is, invocate the Aśvins.Friends as it were have offered you these juices, sweet, blent with milk at the first break of morning.5 Even through many regions, O ye Aśvins high praise is yours among mankind, ye Mighty-Come, helpers, on the paths which Gods have travelled: here your libations of sweet meath are ready.6 Ancient your home, auspicious is your friendship: Heroes, your wealth is with the house of Jahnu.Forming again with you auspicious friendship, let us rejoice with draughts of meath together.7 O Aśvins, Very Mighty ones, with Vāyu and with his steeds, one-minded, ever-youthful,Nāsatyas, joying in the third day's Soma, drink it, not hostile, Very Bounteous Givers.8 Aśvins, to you are brought abundant viands in rivalry with sacred songs, unceasing.Sprung from high Law your car, urged on by press-stones, goes round the earth and heaven in one brief moment.9 Aśvins, your Soma sheds delicious sweetness: drink ye thereof and come unto our dwelling.Your car, assuming many a shape, most often goes to the Soma-presser's place of meeting.

HYMN LIX. Mitra.1. MITRA, when speaking, stirreth men to labour: Mitra sustaineth both the earth and heaven.Mitra beholdeth men with eyes that close not. To Mitra bring, with holy oil, oblation.2 Foremost be he who brings thee food, O Mitra, who strives to keep thy sacred Law, Āditya.He whom thou helpest ne’er is slain or conquered, on him, from near or far, falls no affliction.3 joying in sacred food and free from sickness, with knees bent lowly on the earth's broad surface,Following closely the Āditya's statute, may we remain in Mitra's gracious favour.4 Auspicious and adorable, this Mitra was born with fair dominion, King, Disposer.May we enjoy the grace of him the Holy, yea, rest in his propitious loving-kindness.5 The great Āditya, to be served with wor. ship, who stirreth men, is gracious to the singer.To Mitra, him most highly to be lauded, offer in fire oblation that he loveth.6 The gainful grace of Mitra,. God, supporter of the race of man,Gives splendour of most.glorious fame.7 Mitra whose glory spreads afar, he who in might surpasses heaven,Surpasses earth in his renown.8 All the Five Races have repaired to Mitra, ever strong to aid,For he sustaineth all the Gods.9 Mitra to Gods, to living men, to him who strews the holy grass,Gives food fulfilling sacred Law.

HYMN LX. Ṛbhus.1. HERE is your ghostly kinship, here, O Men: they came desirous to these holy rites with store of wealth,With wondrous arts, whereby, with schemes to meet each need, Ye gained, Sudhanvan's Sons! your share in sacrifice.2 The mighty powers wherewith. ye formed the chalices, the thought by which ye drew the cow from out the hide,The intellect wherewith ye wrought the two Bay Steeds,—through these, O Ṛbhus, ye attained divinity.3 Friendship with Indra have the Ṛbhus, fully gained: grandsons of Manu, they skilfully urged the work.Sudhanvan's Children won them everlasting life, serving with holy rites, pious with noble acts.4:In company with Indra come ye to the juice, then gloriously shall your wishes be fulfilled.Not to be paragoned, ye Priests, are your good deeds, nor your heroic acts, Ṛbhus, Sudhanvan's Sons.5 O Indra, with the Ṛbhus, Mighty Ones, pour down the Soma juice effused, well-blent, from both thy hands.Maghalan, urged by song, in the drink-offerer's house rejoice thee with the Heroes, with Sudhanvan's Sons.6 With Ṛbhu near, and Vāja, Indra, here exult, with Saci, praised of many, in the juice we pour.These homes wherein we dwell have turned themselves to thee, -devotions to the Gods, as laws of men ordain.7 Come with the mighty Ṛbhus, Indra, come to us, strengthening with thy help the singer's holy praise;At hundred eager calls come to the living man, with thousand arts attend the act of sacrifice.

HYMN LXI. Uṣas.1. O Uṣas, strong with strength, endowed witli knowledge, accept the singer's praise, O wealthy Lady.Thou, Goddess, ancient, young, and full of wisdom, movest, all-bounteous! as the Law ordaineth.2 Shine forth, O Morning, thou auspicious Goddess, on thy bright car awaking pleasant voices.Let docile horses of far-reaching splendour convey thee hitherward, the goldencoloured.3 Thou, Morning, turning thee to every creature, standest on high as ensign of the Immortal,To one same goal ever and ever wending now, like a wheel, O newly-born, roll hi ther.4 Letting her reins drop downward, Morning cometh, the wealthy Dame, the Lady of the dwelling;Bringing forth light, the Wonderful, the Blessed hath spread her from the bounds of earth and heaven.5 Hither invoke the radiant Goddess Morning, and bring with reverence your hymn to praise her.She, dropping sweets, hath set in heaven her brightness, and, fair to look on, hath beamed forth her splendour.6 From heaven, with hymns, the Holy One was wakened: brightly to both worlds came the wealthy Lady.To Morning, Agni, when she comes refulgent, thou goest forth soliciting fair riches.7 On Law's firm base the speeder of the Mornings, the Bull, hath entered mighty earth and heaven.Great is the power of Varuṇa and Mitra, which, bright, hath spread in every place its splendour.

HYMN LXII. Indra and Others.1. YOUR well-known prompt activities aforetime needed no impulse from your faithful servant.Where, Indra-Varuṇa, is now that glory wherewith ye brought support to those who loved you?2 This man, most diligent, seeking after riches, incessantly invokes you for your favour.Accordant, Indra-Varuṇa, with Maruts, with Heaven and Earth, hear ye mine invocation.3 O Indra-Varuṇa, ours be this treasure ours be wealth, Maruts, with full store of heroes.May the Varūtrīs with their shelter aid us, and Bhāratī and Hotrā with the Mornings.4 Be pleased! with our oblations, thou loved of all Gods, Bṛhaspati:Give wealth to him who brings thee gifts.5 At sacrifices, with your hymns worship the pure Bṛhaspati—I pray for power which none may bend—6 The Bull of men, whom none deceive, the wearer of each shape at will,Bṛhaspati Most Excellent.7 Divine, resplendent Pūṣan, this our newest hymn of eulogy,By us is chanted forth to thee.8 Accept with favour this my song, be gracious to the earnest thought,Even as a bridegroom to his bride.9 May he who sees all living things, see, them together at a glance,—May he, may Pūṣan be our help.10 May we attain that excellent glory of Savitar the God:So May he stimulate our prayers.11 With understanding, earnestly, of Savitar the God we craveOur portion of prosperity.12 Men, singers worship Savitar the God with hymn and holy rites,Urged by the impulse of their thoughts.13 Soma who gives success goes forth, goes to the gathering place of Gods,To seat him at the seat of Law.14 To us and to our cattle may Soma give salutary food,To biped and to quadruped.15 May Soma, strengthening our power of life, and conquering our foes,In our assembly take his seat.16 May Mitra-Varuṇa, sapient Pair, bedew our pasturage with oil,With meatb the regions of the air.17 Far-ruling, joyful when adored, ye reign through majesty of might,With pure laws everlastingly.18 Lauded by Jamadagni's song, sit in the place of holy Law:

HYMN I. Agni.1, THEE Agni, have the Gods, ever of one accord, sent hither down, a God, appointed messenger, yea, with their wisdom sent thee down.The Immortal, O thou Holy One, mid mortal men, the God-devoted God, the wise, have they brought forth, brought forth the omnipresent God-devoted Sage.2 As such, O Agni, bring with favour to the Gods thy Brother Varuṇa who loveth sacrifice,True to the Law, the Āditya who supporteth men, the King, supporter of mankind.3 Do thou, O Friend, turn hither him who is our Friend, swift as a wheel, like two car-steeds in rapid course, Wondrous! to us in rapid course.O Agni, find thou grace for us with Varuṇa, with Maruts who illumine all.Bless us, thou Radiant One, for seed and progeny, yea, bless us, O thou Wondrous God.4 Do thou who knowest Varuṇa, O Agni, put far away from us the God's displeasure.Best Sacrificer, brightest One, refulgent remove thou far from us all those who hate us.5 Be thou, O Agni, nearest us with succour, our closest Friend while now this Morn is breaking.Reconcile to us Varuṇa, be bounteous enjoy the gracious juice; be swift to hear us.6 Excellent is the glance, of brightest splendour, which the auspicious God bestows on mortals-The God's glance, longed-for even as the butter, pure, heated, of the cow, the milch-cow's bounty.7 Three are those births, the true, the most exalted, eagerly longed-for, of the God, of Agni.He came invested in the boundless region, pure, radiant, friendly, mightily resplendent.8 This envoy joyeth in all seats of worship, borne on his golden car, sweet-tongued Invoker:Lovely to look on, with red steeds, effulgent, like a feast rich in food, joyous for ever.9 Allied by worship, let him give man knowledge: by an extended cord they lead him onward.He stays, effectual in this mortal's dwelling, and the God wins a share in his possessions.10 Let Agni -for he knows the way- conduct us to all that he enjoys of God-sent riches,What all the Immortals have prepared with wisdom, Dyaus, Sire, Begetter, raining down true blessings.11 In houses first he sprang into existence, at great heaven's base, and in this region's bosom;Footless and headless, both his ends concealing, in his Bull's lair drawing himself together.12 Wondrously first he rose aloft, defiant, in the Bull's lair, the homeof holy Order,Longed-for, young, beautiful, and far-resplendent: and sevendear frieuds sprang up unto the Mighty.13 Here did our human fathers take their places, fain to fulfil the sacred Law of worship.Forth drave they, with loud call, Dawn's teeming Milch-kine bid in the mountainstable, in the cavern.14 Splendid were they when they had rent the mountain: others, around, shall tell forth this their exploit.They sang their song, prepared to free the cattle: they found the light; with holy hymns they worshipped.15 Eager, with thought intent upon the booty, the men with their celestial speech threw open,The solid mountain firm, compact, enclosing, confining Cows, the stable full of cattle.16 The Milch-cow's earliest name they comprehended: they found the Mother's thrice-seven noblest titles.This the bands knew, and sent forth acclamation:with the Bull's sheen the Red One was apparent.17 The turbid darkness fled, the heaven was sp, endid! up rose the bright beam of celestial Morning.Sūrya ascended to the wide expanses, beholding deeds of men both good and evil.18 Then, afterwards they looked around, awakened, when first they held that Heaven allotted treasure.Now all the Gods abide in all their dwellings. Varuṇa, Mitra, be the prayer effective.19 I will call hither brightly-beaming Agni, the Herald, all-supporting, best at worship.He hath disclosed, like the milch cows' pure udder, the Sorria's juice when cleansed and poured from beakers.20 The freest God of all who should be worshipped, the guest who is received in all men's houses,Agni who hath secured the Gods’ high favour,—may he be gracious, to us Jātavedas.

HYMN II. Agni.1. THE, Faithful One, Immortal among mortals, a God among the Gods, appointed envoy,Priest, best at worship, must shine forth in glory . Agni shall be raised high with man's oblations.2 Born for us here this day, O Son of Vigour, between both races of born beings, Agni,Thou farest as an envoy, having harnessed, Sublime One! thy strong-muscled radiant stallions.3 I laud the ruddy steeds who pour down blessing, dropping oil, flectest through the thoualit of Order.Yoking red horses to and fro thou goest between you Deities and mortal races.4 Aryaman, Mitra, Varuṇa, and Indra with Viṣṇu, of the Gods, Maruts and Aśvins-These, Agni, with good car and steeds, bring hither, most bountiful, to folk with fair oblations.5 Agni, be this our sacrifice eternal, with brave friends, rich in kine and sheep and horses,Rich, Asura! in sacred food and children, in full assembly, wealth broad-based and during.6 The man who, sweating, brings for thee the fuel, and makes his head to ache, thy faithful servant,—Agni, to him be a self-strong Protector guard him from all who seek to do him mischief.7 Who brings thee food, though thou hast food in plenty, welcomes his cheerful guest and speeds him onward,Who kindles thee devoutly in his dwelling,to him be wealth secure and freely giving.8 Whoso sings praise to thee at eve or morning, and, with oblation, doth the thing thou lovest,—In his own home, even as a goId-girt courser, rescue him from distress, the bounteous giver.9 Whoso brings gifts to thee Immortal, Agni, and doth thee service with uplifted ladle,—Let him not, sorely toiling, lose his riches; let not the sinner's wickedness enclose him.10 Whose well-wrought worship thou acceptest, Agni, thou God a mortal's gift, thou liberal Giver,—Dear be his sacrifice to thee, Most Youthful! and may we strengthen him when he adores thee.11 May he who knows distinguish sense and folly of men, like straight and crooked backs of horses.Lead us, O God, to wealth and noble offspring: keep penury afar and grant us plenty.12 This Sage the Sages, ne’er deceived, commanded, setting him down in dwellings of the living.Hence mayst thou, friendly God, with rapid footsteps behold the Gods, wonderful, fair to look on.13 Good guidance hast thou for the priest, O Agni, who, Youngest God! with outpoured Soma serves thee.Ruler of men, thou joyous God, bring treasure splendid and plentiful to aid the toiler.14 Now all that we, thy faithful servants, Agni, have done with feet, with hands, and with our bodies,The wise, with toil, the holy rite have guided, as those who frame a car with manual cunning.15 May we, seven sages first in rank, engender, from Dawn the Mother, men to be ordainers.May we, Aṅgirases, be sons of Heaven, and, radiant, burst the wealth-containing mountain.16 As in the days of old our ancient Fathers, speeding the work of holy worship, Agni,Sought pure light and devotion, singing praises; they cleft the ground and made red Dawns apparent.17 Gods, doing holy acts, devout, resplendent, smelting like ore their human generations.Enkindling Agni and exalting Indra, they came encompassing the stall of cattle.18 Strong One! he marked them-and the Gods before them-like herds of cattle in a foodful pasture.There they moaned forth their strong desire for mortals, to aid the True, the nearest One, the Living.19 We have worked for thee, we have laboured nobly-bright Dawns have shed their light upon our worship-Adding a beauty to the perfect Agni, and the God's beauteous eye that shines for ever.20 Agni, Disposer, we have sung these praises to thee the Wise: do thou accept them gladly.Blaze up on high and ever make us richer. Give us great wealth, O thou whose boons are many.

HYMN III. Agni.1. WIN, to assist you, Rudra, Lord of worship, Priest of both worlds, effectualSacrificer,Agni, invested with his golden colours, before the thunder strike and lay you senseless.2 This shrine have we made ready for thy coming, as the fond dame attires her for her husband.Performer of good work, sit down before us, invested while these flames incline to meet thee.3 A hymn, O Priest, to him who hears, the gentle, to him who looks on men, exceeding gracious,A song of praise sing to the God Immortal, whom the stone, presser of the sweet juice, worships.4 Even as true knower of the Law, O Agni, to this our solemn rite he thou attentive.When shall thy songs of festival be sung thee? When is thy friendship shown within our dwelling?5 Why this complaint to Varuṇa, O Agni? And why to Heaven? for what is our transgression?How wilt thou speak to Earth and bounteous Mitra? What wilt thou say to Aryaman and Bhaga?6 What, when thou blazest on the lesser altars, what to the mighty Wind who comes to bless us,True, circumambient? what to Earth, O Agni, what wilt thou say to man-destroying Rudra?7 How to great Pūṣan who promotes our welfare,—to honoured Rudra what, who gives oblations?What sin of ours to the far-striding Viṣṇu, what, Agni, wilt thou tell the Lofty Arrow.8 What wilt thou tell the truthful band of Maruts, how answer the great Sun when thou art questioned?Before the Free, before the Swift, defend us: fulfil heaven's work, all-knowing Jātavedas.9 I crave the cow's true gift arranged by Order: though raw, she hath the sweet ripe juice, O Agni.Though she is black of hue with milk she teemeth, nutritious, brightly shining, all-sustaining.10 Agni the Bull, the manly, hath been sprinkled with oil upon his back, by Law eternal.He who gives vital power goes on unswerving. Pṛśni the Bull hath milked the pure wiiite udder.11 By Law the Aṅgirases cleft the rock asunder, and sang their hymns together with the cattle.Bringing great bliss the men encompassed Morning: light was apparent at the birth of Agni.12 By Law the Immortal Goddesses the Waters, with meath-rich waves, O Agni, and uninjured,Like a strong courser lauded in his running, sped to flow onward swiftly and for ever.13 Go never to the feast of one who harms us, the treacherous neighbour or unworthy kinsman.Punish us not for a false brother's trespass. Let us not feel the might of friend or foeman.14 O Agni, keep us safe with thy protection, loving us, honoured God! and ever guarding.Beat thou away,destroy severe affliction slay e’en the demon when he waxes mighty.15 Through these our songs of praise be gracious, Agni; moved by our prayers, O Hero, touch our viands.Accept, O Aṅgiras, these our devotions, and let the praise which Gods desire address thee.16 To thee who knowest, Agni, thou Disposer, all these wise secret speeches have I uttered,Sung to thee, Sage, the charming words of wisdom, to thee, O Singer, with. my thoughts and Praises.

HYMN IV. Agni.1. PUT forth like a wide-spreading net thy vigour; go like a mighty King with his attendants.Thou, following thy swift net, shootest arrows: transfix the fiends with darts that burn most fiercely.2 Forth go in rapid flight thy whirling weapons: follow them closely, glowing in thy fury.Spread with thy tongue the winged flames, O Agni; unfettered, cast thy firebrands all around thee.3 Send thy spies forward, fleetest in thy motion; be, ne’er deceived, the guardian of this peopleFrom him who, near or far, is bent on evil, and let no trouble sent from thee o’ercome us.4 Rise up, O Agni, spread thee out before us: burn down our foes, thou who hast sharpened arrows.Him, blazing Agni! who hath worked us mischief, consume thou utterly like dried-up stubble.5 Rise, Agni, drive off those who fight against us: make manifest thine own celestial vigour.Slacken the strong bows of the demon-driven: destroy our foemen whether kin or stranger.6 Most Youthful God, he knoweth well thy favour who gave an impulse to this high devotion.All fair days and magnificence of riches hast thou beamed forth upon the good man's portals.7 Blest, Agni, be the man, the liberal giver, who with his lauds and regular oblationIs fain to please thee for his life and dwelling. May all his days be bright: be this his longing.8 I praise thy gracious favour: sing in answer. May this my song sing like a loved one with thee.Lords of good steeds and cars may we adorn thee, and day by day vouchsafe thou us dominion.9 Here of free choice let each one serve thee richly, resplendent day by day at eve and morning.So may we honour thee, content and joyous, passing beyond the glories of the people.10 Whoso with good steeds and fine gold, O Agni, comes nigh thee on a car laden with treasure,His Friend art thou, yea, thou art his Protector whose joy it is to entertain thee duly.11 Through words and kinship I destroy the mighty: this power I have from Gotama my father.Mark thou this speech of ours, O thou Most Youthful, Friend of the House, exceeding wise, Invoker.12 Knowing no slumber, speedy and propitious, alert and ever friendly, most unwearied,May thy protecting powers, unerring Agni, taking their places here, combined, preserve us.13 Thy guardian rays, O Agni, when they saw him, preserved blind Māmateya from affliction.Lord of all riches, he preserved the pious: the fees who fain would harm them did no mischief14 Aided by thee with thee may we be wealthy, may we gain strength with thee to guide us onward.Fulfil the words of both, O Ever Truthful: straightway do this, thou God whom power emboldens.15 O Agni, with this fuel will we serve thee; accept the laud we sing to thee with favourDestroy the cursing Rākṣasas: preserve us, O rich in friends, from guile and scorn and slander.

HYMN V. Agni.1. How shall we give with one accord oblation to Agni, to Vaiśvānara the Bounteous?Great light, with full high growth hath he uplifted, and, as a pillar bears the roof, sustains it.2 Reproach not him who, God and self-reliant, vouchsafed this bounty unto me a mortal,—Deathless, discerner, wise, to me the simple, Vaiśvānara most manly, youthful Agni.3 Sharp-pointed, powerful, strong, of boundless vigour, Agni who knows the lofty hymn, kept secretAs the lost milch-cow's track, the doubly Mighty,—he hath declared to me this hidden knowledge.4 May he with sharpened teeth, the Bounteous Giver, Agni, consume with flame most fiercely glowing.Those who regard not Varuṇa's commandments and the dear stedfast laws of sapient Mitra.5 Like youthful women without brothers, straying, like dames who hate their lords, of evil conduct,They who are full of sin, untrue, unfaithful, they have engendered this abysmal station.6 To me, weak, innocent, thou, luminous Agni, hast boldly given as ’twere a heavy burthen,This Pṛṣṭha hymn, profound and strong and mighty, of seven elements, and with offered dainties.7 So may our song that purifies, through wisdom reach in a moment him the Universal,Established on the height, on earth's best station, above the beauteous grassy skin of Pṛśni.8 Of this my speech what shall I utter further? They indicate the milk stored up in secretWhen they have thrown as ’twere the cows' stalls open. The Bird protects earths’ best and well-loved station.9 This is the Great Ones’ mighty apparition which from of old the radiant Cow hath followed.This, shining brightly in the place of Order, swift, hasting on in secret, she discovered.10 He then who shone together with his Parents remembered Pṛśni's fair and secret treasure,Which, in the Mother Cow's most lofty station, the Bull's tongue, of the flame bent forward, tasted.11 With reverence I declare the Law, O Agni; what is, comes by thine order, Jātavedas.Of this, whate’er it be, thou art the Sovran, yea, all the wealth that is in earth orheaven.12 What is our wealth therefrom, and what our treasure? Tell us O Jātavedas, for thouknowest,What is our best course in this secret passage: we, unreproached, have reached a place far distant.13 What is the limit, what the rules, the guerdon? Like fleet-foot coursers speed we to the contest.When will the Goddesses, the Immortal's Spouses, the Dawns, spread over us the Sun-God's splendour?14 Unsatisfied, with speech devoid of vigour, scanty and frivolous and inconclusive,Wherefore do they address thee here, O Agni? Let these who have no weapons suffer sorrow.15 The majesty of him the Good, the Mighty, aflame, hath shone for glory in the dwelling.He, clothed in light, hath shone most fair to look on, wealthy in boons, as a home shines with riches.

HYMN VI. Agni.1. PRIEST of our rite, stand up erect, O Agni, in the Gods’ service best of sacrificers,For over evei y thought thou art the Ruler: thou furtherest e’en the wisdom of the pious.2 He was set down mid men as Priest unerring, Agni, wise, welcome in our holy synods.Like Savitar he hath lifted up his splendour, and like a builder raised his smoke to heaven.3 The glowing ladle, filled with oil, is lifted; choosing Gods’ service to the right he circles.Eager he rises like the new-wrought pillar which, firmly set and fixed, anoints the victims.4 When sacred grass is strewn and Agni kindled, the Adhvaryu rises to, his task rejoicing.Agni the Priest, like one who tends the cattle, goes three times round, as from of old he wills it.5 Agni himself, the Priest, with measured motion, goes round, with sweet speech, cheerful, true to Order.His fulgent flames run forth like vigorous horses; all creatures are affrighted when he blazes.6 Beautiful and auspicious is thine aspect, O lovely Agni, terrible when spreading.Thy splendours are not covered by the darkness: detraction leaves no stain upon thy body.7 Naught hindered his production, Bounteous Giver: his Mother and his Sire were free to send him.Then as Friend benevolent, refulgent, Agni shone forth in human habitations.8 He, Agni, whom the twice-five sisters, dwelling together, in the homes of men engendered,Bright like a spear's tooth, wakened in the morning, with powerful mouth and like an axe well-sharpened.9 These thy Bay Coursers, Agni, dropping fatness, ruddy vigorous, speeding straightly forward,And red steeds, wonderful, of mighty muscle, are to this service of the Gods invited:10 These brightly-shining games of thine, O Agni, that move for ever restless, all-subduing,Like falcons hasting eagerly to the quarry, roar loudly like the army of the Maruts.11 To thee, O flaming God, hath prayer been offered. Let the priest laud thee: give to him who worships.Men have established Agni as Invoker, fain to adore the glory of the living.

HYMN VII. Agni.1. HERE by ordainers was this God appointed first Invoker, best at worship, to be praised at rites:Whom Apnavāna, and the Bhṛgus caused to shine bright-coloured in the wood, spreading from home to home.2 When shall thy glory as a God, Agni, be suddenly shown forth.For mortal men have held thee fast, adorable in all their homes,3 Seeing thee faithful to the Law, most sapient, like the starry heaven,Illumining with cheerful ray each solemn rite in every house.4 Vivasvān's envoy living men have taken as their ensign, swift,The ruler over all mankind, moving like Bhṛgu in each home.5 Him the intelligent have they placed duly as Invoking Priest,Welcome, with sanctifying flame, best worshipper, with sevenfold might;6 In his Eternal Mothers, in the wood, concealed and unapproached,Kept secret though his flames are bright seeking on all sides, quickly found.7 That as food spreads forth in this earthly udder, Gods may rejoice them in the home of Order,Great Agni, served with reverence and oblation, flies ever to the sacrifice, the Faithful.8 Bird of each rite, skilled in an envoy's duties, knowing both worlds and that which lies between them,Thou goest from of old a willing Herald, knowing full well heaven's innermost recesses.9 Bright God, thy path is black: light is before thee: thy moving splendour is the chief of wonders.When she, yet unimpregnate, hath conceived thee, even when newly born thou art an envoy.10 Yet newly born, his vigour is apparent when the wind blows upon his fiery splendour,His sharpened tongue he layeth on the brushwood, and with his teeth e’en solid food consumeth.11 When he hath borne off food with swift flame swiftly, strong Agni makes himself a speedy envoy,Follows the rustling of the wind, consuming, and courser-like, speeds, drives the swift horse onward.

HYMN VIII. Agni.1. YOUR envoy who possesses all, Immortal, bearer of your gifts,Best worshipper, I woo with song.2 He, Mighty, knows the gift of wealth, he knows the deep recess of heaven:He shall bring hitherward the Gods.3 He knows, a God himself, to guide Gods to the righteous in his home:He gives e’en treasures that we love.4 He is the Herald: well-informed, he doth his errand to and fro,Knowing the deep recess of heaven.5 May we be they who gratify Agni with sacrificial gifts,Who cherish and enkindle him.6 Illustrious for wealth are they, and hero deeds, victorious,Who have served Agni reverently.7 So unto us, day after day, may riches craved by many come,And power and might spring up for us.8 That holy Singer in his strength shoots forth his arrows swifter thanThe swift shafts of the tribes of men.

HYMN IX. Agni.1. AGNI, show favour: great art thou who to this pious man art come,To seat thee on the sacred grass.2 May he the Immortal, Helper, bard to be deceived among mankind,Become the messenger of all.3 Around the altar is he led, welcome Chief Priest at solemn rites,Or as the Potar sits him down.4 Agni in fire at sacrifice, and in the house as Lord thereof,And as a Brahman takes his seat.5 Thou comest as the guide of folk who celebrate a sacrifice,And to oblations brought by men.6 Thou servest as his messenger whose sacrifice thou lovest well,To bear the mortal's gifts to heaven.7 Accept our solemn rite; be pleased, Aṅgiras, with our sacrifice:Give ear and listen to our call.8 May thine inviolable car, wherewith thou guardest those who give,Come near to us from every side.

HYMN X. Agni.1. This day with praises, Agni, we bring thee that which thou lovest.Right judgment, like a horse, with our devotions.2 For thou hast ever been the Car-driver, Agni, of nobleStrength, lofty sacrifice, and rightful judgment.3 Through these our praises come thou to meet us, bright as the sunlight,O Agni, well disposed, with all thine aspects.4 Now may we serve thee singing these lauds this day to thee, Agni.Loud as the voice of Heaven thy blasts are roaring.5 Just at this time of the day and the night thy look is the sweetest:It shineth near us even as gold for glory.6 Spotless thy body, brilliant as gold, like clarified butter:This gleams like gold on thee, O Self. dependent.7 All hate and mischief, yea, if committed, Agni, thou turnest,Holy One, from the man who rightly worships.8 Agni, with you Gods, prosperous be our friendships and kinships.Be this our bond here by this place, thine altar.

HYMN XI. Agni.1. THY blessed majesty, victorious Agni, shines brightly in the neighbourhood of Sūrya.Splendid to see, it shows even at nighttime, and food is fair to look on in thy beauty.2 Agni, disclose his thought for him who singeth, the well, Strong God! while thou art praised with fervour.Vouchsafe to us that powerful hymn, O Mighty, which, Radiant One! with all the Gods thou lovest.3 From thee, O Agni, springs poetic wisdom, from thee come thoughts and hymns of praise that prosper;From thee flows wealth, with heroes to adorn it, to the true-hearted man who gives oblation.4 From thee the hero springs who wins the booty, bringer of help, mighty, of real courage.From thee comes wealth, sent by the Gods, bliss-giving; Agni, from thee the fleet impetuous charger.5 Immortal Agni, thee whose voice is pleasant, as first in rank, as God, religious mortalsInvite with hymns; thee who removest hatred, Friend of the Home, the household's Lord, unerring.6 Far from us thou removest want and sorrow, far from us all ill-will when thou protectest.Son of Strength, Agni, blest is he at evening, whom thou as God attendest for his welfare.

HYMN XII. Agni.1. WHOSO enkindles thee, with lifted ladle, and thrice this day offers thee food, O Agni,May he excel, triumphant through thy splendours, wise through thy mental power, O Jātavedas.2 Whoso with toil and trouble brings thee fuel, serving the majesty of mighty Agni,He, kindling thee at evening and at morning, prospers, and comes to wealth, and slays his foemen.3 Agni is Master of sublime dominion, Agni is Lord of strength and lofty riches.Straightway the self-reliant God, Most Youthful, gives treasures to the mortal who adores him.4 Most Youthful God, whatever sin, through folly, we here, as human beings, have committed,In sight of Aditi make thou us sinless remit, entirely, Agni, our offences.5 Even in the presence of great sin, O Agni, free us from prison of the Gods or mortals.Never may we who are thy friends be injured: grant health and strength unto our seed and offspring.6 Even as ye here, Gods Excellent and Holy, have loosed the cow that by the foot was tethered,So also set us free from this affliction long let our life, O Agni, be extended.

HYMN XIII. Agni.1. AGNI hath looked, benevolently-minded, on the wealth-giving spring of radiant Mornings.Come, Aśvins, to the dwelling of the pious: Sūrya the God is rising with his splendour.2 Savitar, God, hath spread on high his lustre, waving his flag like a spoil-seeking hero.Their stablished way go Varuṇa and Mitra, what time they make the Sun ascend the heaven.3 Him whom they made to drive away the darkness, Lords of sure mansions, constant to their object,Him who beholds the universe, the Sun-God, seven strong and youthful Coursers carry onward.4 Spreading thy web with mightiest Steeds thou comest, rending apart, thou God, the black-hued mantle.The rays of Sūrya tremulously shining sink, like a hide, the darkness in the waters.5 How is it that, unbound and not supported, he falleth not although directed downward?By what self power moves he? Who hath seen it? He guards the vault of heaven, a close-set pillar.

HYMN XIV. Agni.1. THE God hath looked, even Agni Jātavedas, to meet the Dawns refulgent in their glories.Come on your chariot, ye who travel widely, come to this sacrifice of ours, Nāsatyas.2 Producing light for all the world of creatures, God Savitar hath raised aloft his banner.Making his presence known by sunbeams, Sūrya hath filled the firmament and earth and heaven.3 Red Dawn is come, riding with brightness onward, distinguished by her beams, gay-hued and mighty.Dawn on her nobly-harnessed car, the Goddess, awaking men to happiness, approacheth.4 May those most powerful steeds and chariot bring you, O Aśvins, hither at the break of morning.Here for your draught of meath are Soma juices: at this our sacrifice rejoice, ye Mighty.5 How is it that, unbound and unsupported, he falleth not although directed downward?By what self-power moves he? Who hath seen it? He guards the vault of heaven, a close-set pillar?

HYMN XV. Agni.1. AGNI the Herald, like a horse, is led forth at our solemn rite,God among Gods adorable.2 Three times unto our solemn rite comes Agni like a charioteer,Bearing the viands to the Gods.3 Round the oblations hath he paced, Agni the Wise, the Lord of Strength,Giving the offerer precious boons.4 He who is kindled eastward for Sṛñjaya, Devāvata's son,Resplendent, tamer of the foe.5 So mighty be the Agni whom the mortal hero shall command,With sharpened teeth and bountiful.6 Day after day they dress him, as they clean a horse who wins the prize.Dress the red Scion of the Sky.7 When Sahadeva's princely son with two bay horses thought of me,Summoned by him I drew not back.8 And truly those two noble bays I straightway took when offered me,From Sahadeva's princely son.9 Long, O ye Aśvins, may he live, your care, ye Gods, the princely son.Of Sahadeva, Somaka.10 Cause him the youthful prince, the son of Sahadeva, to enjoyLong life, O Aśvins, O ye Gods.

HYMN XVI. Indra.1. IMPETUOUS, true, let Maghavan come hither, and let his Tawny Coursers speed to reach us.For him have we pressed juice exceeding potent: here, praised with song, let him effect his visit.2 Unyoke, as at thy journey's end, O Hero, to gladden thee today at this libation.Like Uśanā, the priest a laud shall utter, a hymn to thee, the Lord Divine, who markest.3 When the Bull, quaffing, praises our libation, as a sage paying holy rites in secret,Seven singers here from heaven hath he begotten, who e’en by day have wrought their works while singing.4 When heaven's fair light by hymns was made apparent (they made great splendour shine at break of morning),He with his succour, best of Heroes, scattered the blinding darkness so that men saw clearly.5 Indra, Impetuous One, hath waxed immensely: he with his vastness hath filled earth and heaven.E’en beyond this his majesty extendeth who hath exceeded all the worlds in greatness.6 Śakra who knoweth well all human actions hath with his eager Friends let loose the waters.They with their songs cleft e’en the mountain open and willingly disclosed the stall of cattle.7 He smote away the floods' obstructer, Vṛtra; Earth, conscious, lent her aid to speed thy thunder.Thou sentest forth the waters of the ocean, as Lord through power and might, O daring Hero.8 When, Much-invoked! the water's rock thou cleftest, Saramā showed herself and went before thee.Hymned by Aṅgirases, bursting the cow-stalls, much strength thou foundest for us as our leader.9 Come, Maghavan, Friend of Man, to aid the singer imploring thee in battle for the sunlight.Speed him with help in his inspired invokings: down sink the sorcerer, the prayerless Dasyu.10 Come to our home resolved to slay the Dasyu: Kutsa longed eagerly to win thy friendship.Alike in form ye both sate in his dwelling the faithful Lady was in doubt between you.11 Thou comest, fain to succour him, with Kutsa,—a goad that masters both the Wind-God's horses,That, holding the brown steeds like spoil for capture, the sage may on the final day be present.12 For Kutsa, with thy thousand, thou at day-break didst hurl down greedy Śuṣṇa, foe of harvest.Quickly with Kutsa's friend destroy the Dasyus, and roll the chariot-wheel of Sūrya near us.13 Thou to the son of Vidathin, Ṛjiśvan, gavest up mighty Mṛgaya and Pipru.Thou smotest down the swarthy fifty thousand, and rentest forts as age consumes a garment.14 What time thou settest near the Sun thy body, thy form, Immortal One, is seen expanding:Thou a wild elephant with might invested. like a dread lion as thou wieldest weapons.15 Wishes for wealth have gone to Indra, longing for him in war for light and at libation,Eager for glory, labouring with praisesongs: he is like home, like sweet and fair nutrition.16 Call we for you that Indra, prompt to listen, him who hath done so much for men's advantage;Who, Lord of envied bounty, to a singer like me brings quickly booty worth the capture.17 When the sharp-pointed arrow, O thou Hero, flieth mid any conflict of the people,When, Faithful One, the dread encounter cometh, then be thou the Protector of our body.18 Further the holy thoughts of Vamadeva be thou a guileless Friend in fight for booty.We come to thee whose providence protects us: wide be thy sway for ever for thy singer.19 O Indra, with these men who love thee truly, free givers, Maghavan, in every battle,May we rejoice through many autumns, quelling our foes, as days subdue the nights with splendour.20 Now, as the Bhṛgus wrought a car, for Indra the Strong, the Mighty, we our prayer have fashioned,That he may, ne’er withdraw from us his friendship, but be our bodies' guard and strong defender.21 Now, Indra! lauded, glorified with praises, let power swell. high like rivers for the singer.For thee a new hymn, Lord of Bays, is fashioned. May we, car-borne, through song be victors ever.

HYMN XVII. Indra.1. GREAT art thou, Indra; yea, the earth, with gladness, and heaven confess to thee thine high dominion.Thou in thy vigour having slaughtered Vṛtra didst free the floods arrested by the Dragon.2 Heaven trembled at the birth of thine effulgence; Earth trembled at the fear of thy displeasure.The stedfast mountains shook in agitation . the waters flowed, and desert spots were flooded.3 Hurling his bolt with might he cleft the mountain, while, putting forth his strength, he showed his vigour.He slaughtered Vṛtra with his bolt, exulting, and, their lord slain, forth flowed the waters swiftly.4 Thy Father Dyaus esteemed himself a hero: most noble was the work of Indra's Maker,His who begat the strong bolt's Lord who roareth, immovable like earth from her foundation.5 He who alone o’erthrows the world of creatures, Indra the peoples' King, invoked of many-Verily all rejoice in him, extolling the boons which Maghavan the God hath sent them.6 All Soma juices are his own for ever, most gladdening draughts are ever his, the Mighty,Thou ever wast the Treasure-Lord of treasures: Indra, thou lettest all folk share thy bounty.7 Moreover, when thou first wast born, O Indra, thou struckest terror into all the people.Thou, Maghavan, rentest with thy bolt the Dragon who lay against the waterfloods of heaven.8 The ever-slaying, bold and furious Indra, the bright bolt's Lord, infinite, strong and mighty,Who slayeth Vṛtra and acquireth booty, giver of blessings, Maghavan the bounteous:9 Alone renowned as Maghavan in battles, he frighteneth away assembled armies.He bringeth us the booty that he winneth may we, well-loved, continue in his friendship.10 Renowned is he when conquering and when slaying: 'fis he who winneth cattle in the combat.When Indra hardeneth his indignation all that is fixed and all that moveth fear him.11 Indra hath won all kine, all gold, all horses,—Maghavan, he who breaketh forts in pieces;Most manly with these men of his who help him, dealing out wealth and gathering the treasure.12 What is the care of Indra for his Mother, what cares he for the Father who begat him?His care is that which speeds his might in conflicts, like wind borne onward by the clouds that thunder.13 Maghavan makes the settled man unsettled: he scatters dust that he hath swept together,Breaking in pieces like Heaven armed with lightning: Maghavan shall enrich the man who lauds h;m.14 He urged the chariot-wheel of Sūrya forward: Etaśa, speeding on his way, he rested.Him the black undulating cloud bedeweth, in this mid-air's depth, at the base of darkness,15 As in the night the sacrificing priest.16 Eager for booty, craving strength and horses, we-singers stir Indra, the strong, for friendship,Who gives the wives we seek, whose succour fails not, to hasten, like a pitcher to the fountain.17 Be thou our guardian, show thyself our kinsman, watching and blessing those who pour the Soma;As Friend, as Sire, most fatherly of fathers giving the suppliant vital strength and freedom.18 Be helping Friend of those who seek thy friendship . give life, when lauded, Indra, to the singer.For, Indra, we the priests have paid thee worship, exalting thee with these our sacrifices.19 Alone, when Indra Maghavan is lauded, he slayeth many ne’er-resisted Vṛtras.Him in whose keeping is the well-loved singer never do Gods or mortals stay or hinder.20 E’en so let Maghavan, the loud-voiced Indra, give us true blessings, foeless, men's upholder.King of all creatures, give us glory amply, exalted glory due to him who lauds thee.21 Now, Indra! lauded, glorified with praises, let power swell high like rivers for the singer.For thee a new hymn, Lord of Bays! is fashioned. May we, car-borne, through song be victors ever.

HYMN XVIII. Indra and Others.1. THIS is the ancient and accepted pathway by which all Gods have come into existence.Hereby could one be born though waxen mighty. Let him not, otherwise, destroy his Mother.2 Not this way go I forth: hard is the passage. Forth from the side obliquely will I issue.Much that is yet undone must I accomplish; one must I combat and the other question.3 He bent his eye upon the dying Mother: My word I now withdraw. That way I follow.In Tvaṣṭar's dwelling India drank the Soma, a hundredworth of juice pressed from the mortar.4 What strange act shall he do, he whom his Mother bore for a thousand months and many autumns?No peer hath he among those born already, nor among those who shall be born hereafter.5 Deeming him a reproach, his mother hid him, Indra, endowed with all heroic valour.Then up he sprang himself, assumed his vesture, and filled, as soon as born, the earth and heaven.6 With lively motion onward flow these waters, the Holy Ones, shouting, as ’twere, together.Ask them to. tell thee what the floods are saying, what girdling rock the waters burst asunder.7 Are they addressing him with words of welcome? Will the floods take on them the shame of Indra?With his great thunderbolt my Son hath slaughtered Vṛtra, and set these rivers free to wander.8 I cast thee from me, mine,—thy youthful mother: thee, mine own offspring, Kusava hath swallowed.To him, mine infant, were the waters gracious. Indra, my Son, rose up in conquering vigour.9 Thou art mine own, O Maghavan, whom Vyaṁsa struck to the ground and smote thy jaws in pieces.But, smitten through, the mastery thou wonnest, and with thy bolt the Dāsa's head thou crushedst.10 The Heifer hath brought forth the Strong, the Mighty, the unconquerable Bull, the furious Indra.The Mother left her unlicked Calf to wander, seeking himself, the path that he would follow.11 Then to her mighty Child the Mother turned her, saying, My son, these Deities forsake thee.Then Indra said, about to slaughter Vṛtra, O my friend Vṛtra, stride full boldly forward.12 Who was he then who made thy Mother widow? Who sought to stay thee lying still or moving?What God, when by the foot thy Sire thou tookest and slewest, was at hand to give thee comfort?13 In deep distress I cooked a dog's intestines. Among the Gods I found not one to comfort.My consort I beheld in degradation. The Falcon then brought me the pleasant Soma.

HYMN XIX. Indra.1. THEE, verily, O Thunder-wielding Indra, all the Gods here, the Helpers swift to listen,And both the worlds elected, thee the Mighty, High, waxen strong, alone to slaughter Vṛtra.2 The Gods, as worn witheld, relaxed their efforts: thou, Indra, born of truth, wast Sovran Ruler.Thou slewest Ahi who besieged the waters, and duggest out their all-supporting channels.3 The insatiate one, extended, hard to waken, who slumbered in perpetual sleep, O Indra,—The Dragon stretched against the seven prone rivers, where no joint was, thou rentest with thy thunder.4 Indra with might shook earth and her foundation as the wind stirs the water with its fury.Striving, with strength he burst the firm asunder, and tore away the summits of the mountains.5 They ran to thee as mothers to their offspring: the clouds, like chariots, hastened forth together.Thou didst refresh the streams and force the billows: thou, Indra, settest free obstructed rivers.6 Thou for the sake of Vayya and Turvīti didst stay the great stream, flowing, all-sustaining:Yea, at their prayer didst check the rushing river and make the floods easy to cross, O Indra.7 He let the young Maids skilled in Law, unwedded, like fountains, bubbling, flow forth streaming onward.He inundated thirsty plains and deserts, and milked the dry Cows of the mighty master.8 Through many a morn and many a lovely autumn, having slain Vṛtra, he set free the rivers.Indra hath set at liberty to wander on earth the streams encompassed pressed together.9 Lord of Bay Steeds, thou broughtest from the ant-hill the unwedded damsel's son whom ants were eating.The blind saw clearly, as he grasped the serpent, rose, brake the jar: his joints again united.10 To the wise man, O Sage and Sovran Ruler, the man who knoweth all thine ancient exploits.Hath told these deeds of might as thou hast wrought them, great acts, spontaneous, and to man's advantage.11 Now, Indra! lauded, glorified with praises, let powers swell high, like rivers, for the singer.For thee a new hymn, Lord of Bays! is fashioned. May we, car-borne, through song be victors ever.

HYMN XX. Indra.1. FROM near or far away may mighty Indra giver of succour, come for our protectionLord of men, armed with thunder, with the Strongest, slaying his foes in conflict, in the battles.2 May Indra come to us with Tawny Coursers, inclined to us, to favour and enrich us.May Maghavan, loud-voiced and wielding thunder, stand by us at this sacrifice, in combat.3 Thou, honouring this our sacrifice, O Indra, shalt give us strength and fill us full of courage.To win the booty, Thunder-armed! like hunters may we with thee subdue in fight our foemen.4 Loving us well, benevolent, close beside us, drink, Godlike Indra, of the well-pressed Soma.Drink of the meath we offer, and delight thee with food that cometh from the mountain ridges.5 Him who is sung aloud by recent sages, like a ripe-fruited tree, a scythe-armed victor,—I, like a bridegroom thinking of his consort, call hither Indra, him invoked of many;6 Him who in native strength is like a mountain, the lofty Indra born or old for conquest,Terrific wielder of the ancient thunder. filled full with splendour as a jar with water.7 Whom from of old there is not one to hinder, none to curtail the riches of his bounty.Pouring forth freely, O thou Strong and Mighty, vouchsafe us riches, God invoked of many!8 Of wealth and homes of men thou art the ruler, and opener of the stable of the cattle.Helper of men, winner of spoil in combats, thou leadest to an ample heap of riches.9 By what great might is he renowned as strongest, wherewith the Lofty One stirs up wild battles?Best soother of the worshipper's great sorrow, he gives possessions to the man who lauds him.10 Slay us not; bring, bestow onus the ample gift which thou hast to give to him who offers.At this new gift, with this laud sung before thee, extolling thee, we, Indra, will declare it.11 Now, Indra! lauded, glorified with praises, let power swell high, like rivers, for the singer.A new hymn, Lord of Bays! for thee is fashioned. May we, car-born, through song be victors ever.

HYMN XXI. Indra.1. MAY Indra come to us for our protection; here be the Hero, praised, our feast-companion.May he whose powers are many, waxen mighty, cherish, like Dyaus, his own supreme dominion.2 Here magnify his great heroic exploits, most glorious One, enriching men with bounties,Whose will is like a Sovran in assembly, who rules the people, Conqueror, all-surpassing.3 Hither let Indra come from earth or heaven, hither with speech from firmament or ocean;With Maruts, from the realm of light to aid us, or from a distance, from the seat of Order.4 That Indra will we laud in our assemblies, him who is Lord of great and lasting riches,Victor with Vāyu where the herds are gathered, who leads with boldness on to higher fortune.5 May the Priest, Lord of many blessings, striving,—who fixing reverence on reverence, givingVent to his voice, inciteth men to worship—with lauds bring Indra hither to our dwellings.6 When sitting pondering in deep devotion in Auśija's abode they ply the press-stone,May he whose wrath is fierce, the mighty bearer, come as the house-lord's priest within our chambers.7 Surely the power of Bhārvara the mighty for ever helpeth to support the singer;That which in Auśija's abode lies hidden, to come forth for delight and for devotion.8 When he unbars the spaces of the mountains, and quickens with his floods the water-torrents,He finds in lair the buffalo and wild-ox when the wise lead him on to vigorous exploit.9 Auspicious are thy hands, thine arms well-fashioned which proffer bounty, Indra, to thy praiser.What sloth is this? Why dost thou not rejoice thee? Why dost thou not delight thyself with giving?10 So Indra is the truthful Lord of treasure. Freedom he gave to man by slaying Vṛtra.Much-lauded! help us with thy power to riches: may I be sharer of thy Godlike favour.11 Now, Indra! lauded, glorified with praises, let power swell high, like rivers, for the singer.For thee a new hymn, Lord of Bays! is fashioned. May we, care-borne, through song be victors ever.

HYMN XXII. Indra.1. THAT gift of ours which Indra loves and welcomes, even that he makes for us, the Great and Strong One.He who comes wielding in his might the thunder, Maghavan, gives prayer, praise, and laud, and Soma.2 Bull, hurler of the four-edged rain-producer with both his arms, strong, mighty, most heroic;Wearing as wool Paruṣṇī for adornment, whose joints for sake of friendship he hath covered.3 God who of all the Gods was born divinest, endowed with ample strength and mighty powers,And bearing in his arms the yearning thunder, with violent rush caused heaven and earth to tremble.4 Before the High God, at his birth, heaven trembled, earth, many floods and all the precipices.The Strong One bringeth nigh the Bull's two Parents: loud sing the winds, like men, in air's mid-region.5 These are thy great deeds, Indra, thine, the Mighty, deeds to be told aloud at all libations,That thou, O Hero, bold and boldly daring, didst with thy bolt, by strength, destroy the Dragon.6 True are all these thy deeds, O Most Heroic. The Milch-kine issued from the streaming udder.In fear of thee, O thou of manly spirit, the rivers swiftly set themselves in motion.7 With joy, O Indra, Lord of Tawny Coursers, the Sisters then, these Goddesses, extolled thee,When thou didst give the prisoned ones their freedom to wander at their will in long succession.8 Pressed is the gladdening stalk as ’twere a river: so let the rite, the toiler's power, attract theeTo us-ward, of the Bright One, as the courser strains his. exceedingly strong leather bridle.9 Ever by us perform thy most heroic, thine highest, best victorious deeds, O Victor.For us make Vṛtras easy to be conquered: destroy the weapon of our mortal foeman.10 Graciously listen to our prayer, O Indra, and strength of varied sort bestow thou on us.Send to us all intelligence arid wisdom O Maghavan, be he who gives us cattle.11 Now, Indra! lauded, glorified with praises, let wealth swell high like rivers to the singer.For thee a new hymn, Lord of Bays, is fashioned. May we, car-borne, through song be victors ever.

HYMN XXIII. Indra.1. How, what priest's sacrifice hath he made mighty, rejoicing in the Soma and its fountain?Delighting in juice, eagerly drinking, the Lofty One hath waxed for splendid riches.2 What hero hath been made his feast-companion? Who hath been partner in his loving-kindness?What know we of his wondrous acts? How often comes he to aid and speed the pious toiler?3 How heareth Indra offered invocation? How, hearing, marketh he the invoker's wishes?What are his ancient acts of bounty? Wherefore call they him One who filleth full the singer?4 How doth the priest who laboureth, ever longing, win for himself the wealth which he possesseth?May he, the God, mark well my truthful praises, having received the homage which he loveth.5 How, and what bond of friendship with a mortal hath the God chosen as this morn is breaking?How, and what love hath he for those who love him, who have entwined in him their firm affection?6 Is then thy friendship with thy friends most mighty? Thy brotherhood with us,—when may we tell it?The streams of milk move, as most wondrous sunlight, the beauty of the Lovely One for glory.7 About to stay the Indra-less destructive spirit he sharpens his keen arms to strike her.Whereby the Strong, although our debts’ exactor, drives in the distant mornings that we know not.8 Eternal Law hath varied food that strengthens; thought of eternal Law, removes transgressions.The praise-hymn of eternal Law, arousing, glowing, hath oped the deaf ears of the living.9 Firm-seated are eternal Law's foundations in its fair form are many splendid beauties.By holy Law long lasting food they bring us; by holy Law have cows come to our worship.10 Fixing eternal Law he, too, upholds it swift moves the might of Law and wins the booty.To Law belong the vast deep Earth and Heaven: Milch-kine supreme, to Law their milk they render.11 Now, Indra! lauded,—glorified with praises, let power swell high like rivers to the singer.For thee a new hymn, Lord of Bays, is fashioned. May we, car-borne, through song be victors ever.

HYMN XXIV. Indra.1. WHAT worthy praise will bring before us Indra, the Son of Strength, that he may grant us riches;For he the Hero, gives the singer treasures: he is the Lord who sends us gifts, ye people.2 To be invoked and hymned in fight with Vṛtra, that well-praised Indra gives us real bounties.That Maghavan brings comfort in the foray to the religious man who pours libations.3 Him, verily, the men invoke in combat; risking their lives they make him their protector,When heroes, foe to foe, give up their bodies, fighting, each side, for children and their offspring.4 Strong God! the folk at need put forth their vigour, striving together in the whirl of battle.When warrior bands encounter one another some in the grapple quit themselves like Indra.5 Hence many a one worships the might of Indra: hence let the brew succeed the meal-oblation.Hence let the Soma banish those who pour not: even hence I joy to pay the Strong One worship.6 Indra gives comfort to the man who truly presses, for him who longs for it, the Soma,Not disaffected, with devoted spirit this man he takes to be his friend in battles.7 He who this day for Indra presses Soma, prepares the brew and fries the grains of barley—Loving the hymns of that devoted servant, to him may Indra give heroic vigour.8 When the impetuous chief hath sought the conflict, and the lord looked upon the long-drawn battle,The matron calls to the Strong God whom pressers of Soma have encouraged in the dwelling.9 He bid a small price for a thing of value: I was content, returning, still unpurchased.He heightened not his insufficient offer. Simple and clever, both milk out the udder.10 Who for ten milch-kine purchaseth from me this Indra who is mine?When he hath slain the Vṛtras let the buyer give him back to me.11 Now, Indra! lauded, glorified with praises, let wealth swell high like rivers for the singer.For thee a new hymn, Lord of Bays, is fashioned. May we, car-borne, through song be victors ever.

HYMN XXV. Indra.1. WHAT friend of man, God-loving, hath delighted, yearning therefor, this day in Indra's friendship?Who with enkindled flame and flowing Soma laudeth him for his great protecting favour?2 Who hath with prayer bowed to the Soma-lover? What pious man endues the beams of morning?Who seeks bond, friendship, brotherhood with Indra? Who hath recourse unto the Sage for succour?3 Who claims to-day the Deities' protection, asks Aditi for light, or the Ādityas?Of whose pressed stalk of Soma drink the Aśvins, Indra, and Agni, well-inclined in spirit?4 To him shall Agni Bhārata give shelter: long shall he look upon the Sun up-rising,Who sayeth, Let us press the juice for Indra, man's Friend, the Hero manliest of heroes.5 Him neither few men overcome, nor many to him shall Aditi give spacious shelter.Dear is the pious, the devout, to Indra dear is the zealous, dear the Soma-bringer.6 This Hero curbs the mighty for the zealous: the presser's brew Indra possesses solely:No brother, kin, or friend to him who pours not, destroyer of the dumb who would resist him.7 Not with the wealthy churl who pours no Soma doth Indra, Soma-drinker, bind alliance.He draws away his wealth and slays him naked, own Friend to him who offers, for oblation.8 Highest and lowest, men who stand between diem, going, returning, dwelling in contentment,Those who show forth their strength when urged to battle-these are the men who call for aid on Indra.

HYMN XXVI. Indra.1. I WAS aforetime Manu, I was Sūrya: I am the sage Kakṣīvān, holy singer.Kutsa the son of Ārjuni I master. I am the sapient Uśanā behold me.2 I have bestowed the earth upon the Ārya, and rain upon the man who brings oblation.I guided forth the loudly-roaring waters, and the Gods moved according to my pleasure.3 In the wild joy of Soma I demolished Śambara's forts, ninety-and-nine, together;And, utterly, the hundredth habitation, when helping Divodāsa Atithigva.4 Before all birds be ranked this Bird, O Maruts; supreme of falcons be this fleet-winged Falcon,Because, strong- pinioned, with no car to bear him, he brought to Manu the Godloved oblation.5 When the Bird brought it, hence in rapid motion sent on the wide path fleet as thought he hurried.Swift he returned with sweetness of the Soma, and hence the Falcon hath acquired his glory.6 Bearing the stalk, the Falcon speeding onward, Bird bringing from afar the draught that gladdens,Friend of the Gods, brought, grasping fast, the Soma which be bad taken from yon loftiest heaven.7 The Falcon took and brought the Soma, bearing thousand libations with him, yea, ten thousand.The Bold One left Malignities behind him, wise, in wild joy of Soma, left the foolish.

HYMN XXVII. The Falcon.1. I, As I lay within the womb, considered all generations of these Gods in order.A hundred iron fortresses confined me but forth I flew with rapid speed a Falcon.2 Not at his own free pleasure did he bear me: he conquered with his strength and manly courage.Straightway the Bold One left the fiends behind him and passed the winds as he grew yet more mighty.3 When with loud cry from heaven down sped the Falcon, thence hasting like the wind he bore the Bold One.Then, wildly raging in his mind, the archer Kṛśānu aimed and loosed the string to strike him.4 The Falcon bore him from heaven's lofty summit as the swift car of Indra's Friend bore Bhujyu.Then downward hither fell a flying feather of the Bird hasting forward in his journey.5 And now let Maghavan accept the beaker, white, filled with milk, filled with the shining liquid;The best of sweet meath which the priests have offered: that Indra to his joy may drink, the Hero, that he may take and drink it to his rapture.

HYMN XXVIII. Indra-Soma.1. ALLIED with thee, in this thy friendship, Soma, Indra for man made waters flow together,Slew Ahi, and sent forth the Seven Rivers, and opened as it were obstructed fountains.2 Indu, with thee for his confederate, Indra swiftly with might pressed down the wheel of Sūrya.What rolled, all life's support, on heaven's high summit was separated from the great oppressor.3 Indra smote down, Agni consumed, O Indu, the Dasyus ere the noontide in the conflict.Of those who gladly sought a hard-won dwelling he cast down many a thousand with his arrow.4 Lower than all besides hast thou, O Indra, cast down the Dasyus, abject tribes of Dāsas.Ye drave away, ye put to death the foemen, and took great vengeance with your murdering weapons.5 So, of a truth, Indra and Soma, Heroes, ye burst the stable of the kine and horses,The stable which the bar or stone obstructed; and piercing through set free the habitations.

HYMN XXIX. Indra.1. COME, lauded, unto us with powers and succours, O Indra, with thy Tawny Steeds; exulting,Past even the foeman's manifold libations, glorified with our hymns, true Wealth-bestower.2 Man's Friend, to this our sacrifice he cometh marking how he is called by Soma-pressers.Fearless, and conscious that his Steeds are noble, he joyeth with the Soma-pouring heroes.3 Make his cars hear, that he may show his vigour and may be joyful in the way he loveth.May mighty Indra pouring forth in bounty bestow on us good roads and perfect safety;4 He who with succour comes to his implorer, the singer here who with his song invites him;He who himself sets to the pole swift Coursers, he who hath hundreds, thousands, Thunder-wielder.5 O Indra Maghavan, by thee protected may we be thine, princes and priests and singers,Sharing the riches sent from lofty heaven which yields much food, and all desire its bounty.

HYMN XXX. Indra.1. O INDRA, Vṛtra-slayer, none is better, mightier than thou:Verily there is none like thee.2 Like chariot-wheels these people all together follow after thee:Thou ever art renowned as Great.3 Not even all the gathered Gods conquered thee, Indra, in the war,When thou didst lengthen days by night.4 When for the sake of those oppressed, and Kutsa as he battled,Thou stolest away the Sun's car-wheel.5 When, fighting singly, Indra. thou o’ercamest all the furious Gods, thou slewest those who strove with thee.6 When also for a mortal man, Indra, thou speddest forth the Sun,And holpest Etaśa with might.7 What? Vṛtra-slayer, art not thou, Maghavan, fiercest in thy wrath?So hast thou quelled the demon too.8 And this heroic deed of might thou, Indra, also hast achieved,That thou didst smite to death the Dame, Heaven's Daughter, meditating ill.9 Thou, Indra, Mighty One, didst crush Uṣas, though Daughter of the Sky.When lifting up herself in pride.10 Then from her chariot Uṣas fled, affrighted, from her ruined car.When the strong God had shattered it.11 So there this car of Uṣas lay, broken to pieces, in Vipāś,And she herself fled far away.12 Thou, Indra, didst. with magic power resist the overflowing streamWho spread her waters o’er the land.13 Valiantly didst thou seize and take the store which Śuṣṇa had amassed,When thou didst crush his fortresses.14 Thou, Indra, also smotest down Kulitara's son Śambara,The Dāsa, from the lofty hill.15 Of Dāsa Varcin's thou didst slay the hundred thousand and the five,Crushed like the fellies, of a car.16 So Indra, Lord of Heroes, Powers, caused the unwedded damsel's son,The castaway, to share the lauds.17 So sapient Indra, Lord of Might, brought Turvaśa and Yadu, thoseWho feared the flood, in safety o’er.18 Arṇa and Citraratha, both Āryas, thou, Indra, slewest swift,On yonder side of Sarayu,19 Thou, Vṛtra-slayer, didst conduct those two forlorn, the blind, the lame.None may attain this bliss of thine.20 For Divodāsa, him who brought oblations, Indra overthrewA hundred fortresses of stone.21 The thirty thousand Dāsas he with magic power and weapons sentTo slumber, for Dabhīti's sake.22 As such, O Vṛtra-slayer, thou art general Lord of kine for all,Thou Shaker of all things that be.23 Indra, whatever deed of might thou hast this day to execute,None be there now to hinder it.24 O Watchful One, may Aryaman the God give thee all goodly things.May Pūṣan, Bhaga, and the God Karūḷatī give all things fair.

HYMN XXXI. Indra.1. WITH what help will he come to us, wonderful, ever-waxing Friend;With what most mighty company?2 What genuine and most liberal draught will spirit thee with juice to burstOpen e’en strongly-guarded wealth?3 Do thou who art Protector of us thy friends who praise theeWith hundred aids approach us.4 Like as a courser's circling wheel, so turn thee hitherward to us,Attracted by the hymns of men.5 Thou seekest as it were thine own stations with swift descent of powers:I share thee even with the Sun.6 What time thy courage and his wheels together, Indra, run their courseWith thee and with the Sun alike,7 So even, Lord of Power and Might, the people call thee Maghavan,Giver, who pauses not to think.8 And verily to him who toils and presses Soma juice for theeThou quickly givest ample wealth.9 No, not a hundred hinderers can check thy gracious bounty's flow,Nor thy great deeds when thou wilt act.10 May thine assistance keep us safe, thy hundred and thy thousand aids:May all thy favours strengthen us.11 Do thou elect us this place for friendship and prosperity,And great celestial opulence.12 Favour us, Indra, evermore with overflowing store of wealth:With all thy succours aid thou us.13 With new protections, Indra, like an archer, open thou for usThe stables that are filled with kine.14 Our chariot, Indra, boldly moves endued with splendour, ne’er repulsed,Winning for us both kine and steeds.15 O Sūrya, make our fame to be most excellent among the Gods,Most lofty as the heaven on high.

HYMN XXXII. Indra.1. O THOU who slewest Vṛtra, come, O Indra, hither to our side,Mighty One with thy mighty aids.2 Swift and impetuous art thou, wondrous amid the well-dressed folk:Thou doest marvels for our help.3 Even with the weak thou smitest down himwho is stronger, with thy strengthThe mighty, with the Friends thou hast.4 O Indra, we are close to thee; to thee we sing aloud our songs:Help and defend us, even us.5 As such, O Caster of the Stone, come with thy succours wonderful,Blameless, and irresistible.6 May we be friends of one like thee, O Indra, with the wealth of kine,Comrades for lively energy.7 For thou, O Indra, art alone the Lord of strength that comes from kineSo grant thou us abundant food.8 They turn thee not another way, when, lauded, Lover of the Song,Thou wilt give wealth to those who praise.9 The Gotamas have sung their song of praise to thee that thou mayst give,Indra, for lively energy.10 We will declare thy hero deeds, what Dāsa forts thou brakest down,Attacking them in rapturous joy.11 The sages sing those manly deeds which, Indra, Lover of the Song,Thou wroughtest when the Soma flowed.12 Indra, the Gotamas who bring thee praises have grown strong by thee.Give them renown with hero sons.13 For, Indra, verily thou art the general treasure even of all .Thee, therefore, do we invocate.14 Excellent Indra, turn to us: glad thee among us with the juiceOf Somas, Soma-drinker thou.15 May praise from us who think Qn thee, O Indra, bring thee near to us.Turn thy two Bay Steeds hitherward.16 Eat of our sacrificial cake: rejoice thee in the songs we sing.Even as a lover in his bride.17 To India for a thousand steeds well-trained and fleet of foot we pray,And hundred jars of Soma juice.18 We make a hundred of thy kine, yea, and a thousand, hasten nigh:So let thy bounty come to us.19 We have obtained, a gift from thee, ten water-ewers wrought of gold:Thou, Vṛtra-slayer, givest much.20 A bounteous Giver, give us much, bring much and not a trifling gift:Much, Indra, wilt thou fain bestow.21 O Vṛtra-slayer, thou art famed in many a place as bountifulHero, thy bounty let us share.22 I praise thy pair of Tawny Steeds, wise Son of him who giveth kineTerrify not the cows with these.23 Like two slight images of girls, unrobed, upon a new-wrought post,So shine the Bay Steeds in their course.24 For me the Bays are ready when I start, or start not, with the dawn, Innocuous in the ways they take.

HYMN XXXIII. Ṛbhus.1. I SEND my voice as herald to the Ṛbhus; I crave the white cow for the overspreading.Wind-sped, the Skillful Ones in rapid motion have in an instant compassed round the heaven.2 What time the Rbus had with care and marvels done proper service to assist their Parents,They won the friendship of the Gods; the Sages carried away the fruit of their devotion.3 May they who made their Parents, who were lying like posts that moulder, young again for ever,—May Vāja, Vibhvan, Ṛbhu, joined with Indra , protect our sacrifice, the Soma-lovers.4 As for a year the Ṛbhus kept the Milch-cow, throughout a year fashioned and formed her body,And through a year's space still sustained her brightness, through these their labours they were made immortal.5 Two beakers let us make,—thus said the eldest. Let us make three,—this was the younger's sentence.Four beakers let us make,—thus spoke the youngest. Tvaṣṭar approved this rede of yours, O Ṛbhus.6 The men spake truth and even so they acted: this Godlike way of theirs the Ṛbhus followed.And Tvaṣṭar, when he looked on the four beakers resplendent as the day, was moved with envy.7 When for twelve days the Ṛbhus joyed reposing as guests of him who never may be hidden,They made fair fertile fields, they brought the rivers. Plants spread o’er deserts, waters filled the hollows.8 May they who formed the swift car, bearing Heroes, and the Cow omniform and all-impelling,Even may they form wealth for us,—the Ṛbhus, dexterous-handed, deft in work and gracious.9 So in their work the Gods had satisfaction, pondering it with thought and mental insight.The Gods’ expert artificer was Vāja, Indra's Ṛbhukṣan, Varuṇa's was Vibhvan.10 They who made glad with sacrifice and praises, wrought the two Bays, his docile Steeds, for Indra,—Ṛbhus, as those who wish a friend to prosper, bestow upon us gear and growth of riches.11 This day have they set gladdening drink before you. Not without toil are Gods inclined to friendship.Therefore do ye who are so great, O Ṛbhus, vouchsafe us treasures at this third libation.

HYMN XXXIV. Ṛbhus.1. To this our sacrifice come Ṛbhu, Vibhvan, Vāja, and Indra with the gift of riches,Because this day hath Dhiṣaṇā the Goddess set drink for you: the gladdening draughts have reached you.2 Knowing your birth and rich in gathered treasure, Ṛbhus, rejoice together with the Ṛtus.The gladdening draughts and wisdom have approached you: send ye us riches with good store of heroes.3 For you was made this sacrifice, O Ṛbhus, which ye, like men, won for yourselves aforetime.To you come all who find in you their pleasure: ye all were—even the two elder—Vājas.4 Now for the mortal worshipper, O Heroes, for him who served you, was the gift of riches.Drink, Vājas, Ṛbhus! unto you is offered, to gladden you, the third and great libation.5 Come to us, Heroes, Vājas and Ṛbhukṣans, glorified for the sake of mighty treasure.These draughts approach you as the day is closing, as cows, whose calves are newly-born, their stable.6 Come to this sacrifice of ours, ye Children of Strength, invoked with humble adoration.Drink of this meath, Wealth-givers, joined with Indra with whom ye are in full accord, ye Princes.7 Close knit with Varuṇa drink the Soma, Indra; close-knit, Hymn-lover! with the Maruts drink it:Close-knit with drinkers first, who drink in season; close-knit with heavenly Dames who give us treasures.8 Rejoice in full accord with the Ādityas, in concord with the Parvatas, O Ṛbhus;In full accord with Savitar, Divine One; in full accord with floods that pour forth riches.9 Ṛbhus, who helped their Parents and the Aśvins, who formed the Milch-cow and the pair of horses,Made armour, set the heaven and earth asunder,—far- reaching Heroes, they have made good offspring.10 Ye who have wealth in cattle and in booty, in heroes, in rich sustenance and treasure,Such, O ye Ṛbhus, first to drink, rejoicing, give unto us and those who laud our present.11 Ye were not far: we have not left you thirsting, blameless in this our sacrifice, O Ṛbhus.Rejoice you with the Maruts and with Indra, with the Kings, Gods! that ye may give us riches.

HYMN XXXV. Ṛbhus.1. Come hither, O ye Sons of Strength, ye Ṛbhus; stay not afar, ye Children of Sudhanvan.At this libation is your gift of treasure. Let gladdening draughts approach you after Indra's.2 Hither is come the Ṛbhus' gift of riches; here was the drinking of the well-pressed Soma,Since by dexterity and skill as craftsmen ye made the single chalice to be fourfold 3 Ye made fourfold the chalice that wag single: ye spake these words and said, O Friend, assist us;Then, Vājas! gained the path of life eternal, deft-handed Ṛbhus, to the Gods’ assembly.4 Out of what substance was that chalice fashioned which ye made fourfold by your art and wisdom?Now for the gladdening draught press out the liquor, and drink, O Ṛbhus, of die meath of Soma.5 Ye with your cunning made your Parents youthful; the cup, for Gods to drink, ye formed with cunning;With cunning, Ṛbhus, rich in treasure, fashioned the two swift Tawny Steeds who carry Indra.6 Whoso pours out for you, when days are closing, the sharp libation for your joy, O Vājas,For him, O mighty Ṛbhus, ye, rejoicing, have fashioned wealth with plenteous store of heroes.7 Lord of Bay Steeds, at dawn the juice thou drankest: thine, only thine, is the noonday libation.Now drink thou with the wealth-bestowing Ṛbhus, whom for their skill thou madest friends, O Indra.8 Ye, whom your artist skill hath raised to Godhead have set you down above in heaven like falcons.So give us riches, Children of Sudhanvan, O Sons of Strength; ye have become immortal.9 The third libation, that bestoweth treasure, which ye have won by skill, ye dexterous-handed,—This drink hath been effused for you, O Ṛbhus . drink it with high delight, with joy like Indra's.

HYMN XXXVI. Ṛbhus.1. THE car that was not made for horses or for reins, three-wheeled, worthy of lauds, rolls round the firmament.That is the great announcement of your Deity, that, O ye Ṛbhus, ye sustain the earth and heaven.2 Ye Sapient Ones who made the lightly-rolling car out of your mind, by thought, the car that never errs,You, being such, to drink of this drink-offering, you, O ye Vājas, and ye Ṛbhus, we invoke.3 O Vājas, Ṛbhus, reaching far, among the Gods this was your exaltation gloriously declared,In that your aged Parents, worn with length of days, ye wrought again to youth so that they moved at will.4 The chalice that wag single ye have made fourfold, and by your wisdom brought the Cow forth from the hide.So quickly, mid the Gods, ye gained immortal life. Vājas and Ṛbhus, your great work must be extolled.5 Wealth from the Ṛbhus is most glorious in renown, that which the Heroes, famed for vigour, have produced.In synods must be sung the car which Vibhvan wrought: that which ye favour, Gods! is famed among mankind.6 Strong is the steed, the man a sage in eloquence, the bowman is a hero hard to beat in fight,Great store of wealth and manly power hath he obtained whom Vāja, Vibhvan, Ṛbhus have looked kindly on.7 To you hath been assigned the fairest ornament, the hymn of praise: Vājas and Ṛbhus, joy therein;For ye have lore and wisdom and poetic skill: as such, with this our prayer we call on you to come.8 According to the wishes of our hearts may ye, who have full knowledge of all the delights of men,Fashion for us, O Ṛbhus, power and splendid wealth, rich in high courage, excellent, and vital strength.9 Bestowing on us here riches and offspring, here fashion fame for us befitting heroes.Vouchsafe us wealth of splendid sort, O Ṛbhus, that we may make us more renowned than others.

HYMN XXXVII. Ṛbhus.1. COME to our sacrifice, Vājas, Ṛbhukṣans, Gods, by the paths which Gods are wont to travel,As ye, gay Gods, accept in splendid weather the sacrifice among these folk of Manus.2 May these rites please you in your heart and spirit; may the drops clothed in oil this day approach you.May the abundant juices bear you onward to power and strength, and, when imbibed, delight you.3 Your threefold going near is God-appointed, so praise is given you, Vājas and Ṛbhukṣans.So, Manus-like, mid younger folk I offer, to you who are aloft in heaven, the Soma.4 Strong, with fair chains of gold and jaws of iron, ye have a splendid car and well-fed horses.Ye Sons of Strength, ye progeny of Indra, to you the best is offered to delight you.5 Ṛbhukṣans! him, for handy wealth, the mightiest comrade in the fight,Him, Indra's equal, we invoke, most bounteous ever, rich in steeds.6 The mortal man whom, Ṛbhus, ye and Indra favour with your help,Must be successful, by his thoughts, at sacrifice and with the steed.7 O Vājas and Ṛbhukṣans, free for us the paths to sacrifice,Ye Princes, lauded, that we may press forward to each point of heaven.8 O Vājas and Ṛbhukṣans, ye Nāsatyas, Indra, bless this wealth,And, before other men's, the steed, that ample riches may be won.

HYMN XXXVIII. Dadhikris.1. FROM you two came the gifts in days aforetime which Trasadasyu granted to the Pūrus.Ye gave the winner of our fields and plough-lands, and the strong smiter who subdued the Dasyus.2 And ye gave mighty Dadhikrās, the giver of many gifts, who visiteth all people,Impetuous hawk, swift and of varied colour, like a brave King whom each true man must honour.3 Whom, as ’twere down a precipice, swift rushing, each Pūru praises and his heart rejoices,—Springing forth like a hero fain for battle, whirling the car and flying like the tempest.4 Who gaineth precious booty in the combats and moveth, winning spoil, among the cattle;Shown in bright colour, looking on the assemblies, beyond the churl, to worship of the living.5 Loudly the folk cry after him in battles, as ’twere a thief who steals away a garment;Speeding to glory, or a herd of cattle, even as a hungry falcon swooping downward.6 And, fain to come forth first amid these armies, this way and that with rows of cars he rushes,Gay like a bridesman, making him a garland, tossing the dust, champing the rein that holds him.7 And that strong Steed, victorious and faithful, obedient with his body in the combat,Speeding straight on amid the swiftly pressing, casts o’er his brows the dust he tosses upward.8 And at his thunder, like the roar of heaven, those who attack tremble and are affrighted;For when he fights against embattled thousands, dread is he in his striving; none may stay him.9 The people praise the overpowering swiftness of this fleet Steed who giveth men abundance.Of him they say when drawing back from battle. Dadhikrās hath sped forward with his thousands.10 Dadhikrās hath o’erspread the Fivefold People with vigour, as the Sun lightens the waters.May the strong Steed who winneth hundreds, thousands, requite with sweetness these my words and praises.

HYMN XXXIX Dadhikrās.1. Now give we praise to Dadhikrās the rapid, and mention in our laud the Earth and Heaven.May the Dawns flushing move me to exertion, and bear me safely over every trouble.2 I praise the mighty Steed who fills my spirit, the Stallion Dadhikrāvan rich in bounties,Whom, swift of foot and shining bright as Agni, ye, Varuṇa and Mitra, gave to Pūrus.3 Him who hath honoured, when the flame is kindled at break of dawn, the Courser Dadhikrāvan,Him, of one mind with Varuṇa and Mitra may Aditi make free from all transgression.4 When we remember mighty Dadhikrāvan our food and strength, then the blest name of Maruts,Varuṇa, Mitra, we invoke for welfare, and Agni, and the thunder-wielding Indra.5 Both sides invoke him as they call on Indra when they stir forth and turn to sacrificing.To us have Varuṇa and Mitra granted the Courser Dadhikrās, a guide for mortals.6 So have I glorified with praise strong Dadhikrāvan, conquering Steed.Sweet may he make our mouths; may he prolong the days we have to live.

HYMN XL. Dadhikrāvan.1. LET us recite the praise of Dadhikrāvan: may all the Mornings move me to exertion;Praise of the Lord of Waters, Dawn, and Agni, Bṛhaspati Son of Aṅgiras, and Sūrya.2 Brave, seeking war and booty, dwelling with the good and with the swift, may he hasten the food of Dawn.May he the true, the fleet, the lover of the course, the bird-like Dadhikrāvan, bring food, strength, and light.3 His pinion, rapid runner, fans him m his way, as of a bird that hastens onward to its aim,And, as it were a falcon's gliding through the air, strikes Dadhikrāvan's side as he speeds on with might.4 Bound by the neck and by the flanks and by the mouth, the vigorous Courser lends new swiftness to his speed.Drawing himself together, as his strength allows, Dadhikrās springs along the windings of the paths.5 The Haṁsa homed in light, the Vasu in mid-air, the priest beside the altar, in the house the guest,Dweller in noblest place, mid men, in truth, in sky, born of flood, kine, truth, mountain, he is holy Law.

HYMN XLI. Indra-Varuṇa.1. WHAT laud, O Indra-Varuṇa, with oblation, hath like the Immortal Priest obtained your favour?Hath our effectual laud, addressed with homage, touched you, O Indra-Varuṇa, in spirit?2 He who with dainty food hath won you, Indra and Varuṇa, Gods, as his allies to friendship,Slayeth the Vṛtras and his foes in battles, and through your mighty favours is made famous.3 Indra and Varuṇa are most liberal givers of treasure to the men who toil to serve them,When they, as Friends inclined to friendship, honoured with dainty food, delight in flowing Soma.4 Indra and Varuṇa, ye hurl, O Mighty, on him your strongest flashing bolt of thunderWho treats us ill, the robber and oppressor: measure on him your overwhelming vigour.5 O Indra-Varuṇa, be ye the lovers of this my song, as steers who love the milch-Cow.Milk may it yield us as, gone forth to pasture, the great Cow pouring out her thousand rivers.6 For fertile fields, for worthy sons and grandsons, for the Sun's beauty and for steer-like vigour,May Indra-Varuṇa with gracious favours work marvels for us in the stress of battle.7 For you, as Princes, for your ancient kindness, good comrades of the man who seeks for booty,We choose to us for the dear bond of friendship, most liberal Heroes bringing bliss like parents.8 Showing their strength, these hymns for grace, Free-givers I have gone to you, devoted, as to battle.For glory have they gone, as milk to Soma, to Indra-Varuṇa my thoughts and praises.9 To Indra and to Varuṇa, desirous of gaining wealth have these my thoughts proceeded.They have come nigh to you as treasure-lovers, like mares, fleet-footed, eager for the glory.10 May we ourselves be lords of during riches, of ample sustenance for car and hones.So may the Twain who work with newest succours bring yoked teams hitherward to us and riches.11 Come with your mighty succours, O ye Mighty; come, Indra-Varuṇa, to us in battle.What time the flashing arrows play in combat, may we through you be winners in the contest.

HYMN XLIL Indra-Varuṇa.1. I AM the royal Ruler, mine is empire, as mine who sway all life are all Immortals.Varuṇa's will the Gods obey and follow. I am the King of men's most lofty cover.2 I am King Varuṇa. To me were given these first existing high celestial powers.Varuṇa's will the Gods obey and follow. I am the King of men's most lofty cover.3 I Varuṇa am Indra: in their greatness, these the two wide deep fairly-fashioned regions,These the two world-halves have I, even as Tvaṣṭar knowing all beings, joined and held together.4 I made to flow the moisture-shedding waters, and set the heaven firm in the scat of Order.By Law the Son of Aditi, Law Observer, hath spread abroad the world in threefold measure.5 Heroes with noble horses, fain for battle, selected warriors, call on me in combat.I Indra Maghavan, excite the conflict; I stir the dust, Lord of surpassing vigour.6 All this I did. The Gods’ own conquering power never impedeth me whom none opposeth.When lauds and Soma juice have made me joyful, both the unbounded regions are affrighted.7 All beings know these deeds of thine thou tellest this unto Varuṇa, thou great Disposer!Thou art renowned as having slain the Vṛtras. Thou madest flow the floods that were obstructed.8 Our fathers then were these, the Seven his, what time the son of Durgaha was captive.For her they gained by sacrifice Trasadasyu, a demi-god, like Indra, conquering foemen.9 The spouse of Purukutsa gave oblations to you, O Indra-Varuṇa, with homage.Then unto her ye gave King Trasadasyu, the demi-god, the slayer of the foeman.10 May we, possessing much, delight in riches, Gods in oblations and the kine in pasture;And that Milch-cow who shrinks not from the milking, O Indra-Varuṇa, give to us daily.

HYMN XLIII. Aśvins.1. WHO will hear, who of those who merit worship, which of all Gods take pleasure in our homage?On whose heart shall we lay this laud celestial, rich with fair offerings, dearest to Immortals?2 Who will be gracious? Who will come most quickly of all the Gods? Who willbring bliss most largely?What car do they call swift with rapid coursers? That which the Daughter of the Sun elected.3 So many days do ye come swiftly hither, as Indra to give help in stress of battle.Descended from the sky, divine, strong-pinioned, by which of all your powers are ye most mighty?4 What is the prayer that we should bring you, Aśvins, whereby ye come to us when invocated?Whether of you confronts e’en great betrayal? Lovers of sweetness, Dasras, help and save us.5 In the wide space your chariot reacheth heaven, what time it turneth hither from the ocean.Sweets from your sweet shall drop, lovers of sweetness! These have they dressed for you as dainty viands.6 Let Sindhu with his wave bedew your horses: in fiery glow have the red birds come hither.Observed of all was that your rapid going, whereby ye were the Lords of Sūrya's Daughter.7 Whene’er I gratified you here together, your grace was given us, O ye rich in booty.Protect, ye Twain, the singer of your praises: to you, Nāsatyas, is my wish directed.

HYMN XLIV. Aśvins.1. WE will invoke this day your car, far-spreading, O Aśvins, even the gathering, of the sunlight,—Car praised in hymns, most ample, rich in treasure, fitted with seats, the car that beareth Sūrya.2 Aśvins, ye gained that glory by your Godhead, ye Sons of Heaven, by your own might and power.Food followeth close upon your bright appearing when stately horses in your chariot draw you.3 Who bringeth you to-day for help with offered oblation, or with hymns to drink the juices?Who, for the sacrifice's ancient lover, turneth you hither, Aśvins, offering homage?4 Borne on your golden car, ye omnipresent! come to this sacrifice of ours, Nāsatyas.Drink of the pleasant liquor of the Soma give riches to the people who adore you.5 Come hitherward to us from earth, from heaven, borne on your golden chariot rolling lightly.Suffer not other worshippers to stay you here are ye bound by earlier bonds of friendship.6 Now for us both, mete out, O Wonder-Workers, riches exceeding great with store of heroes,Because the men have sent you praise, O Aśvins, and Ajamīlhas come to the laudation.7 Whene’er I gratified you here together, your grace was given us, O ye rich in booty.Protect, ye Twain, the singer of your praises: to you, Nāsatyas, is my wish directed.

HYMN XLV. Aśvins1. YONDER goes up that light: your chariot is yoked that travels round upon the summit of this heaven.Within this car are stored three kindred shares of food, and a skin filled with meath is rustling as the fourth.2 Forth come your viands rich with store of pleasant meath, and cars and horses at the flushing of the dawn,Stripping the covering from the surrounded gloom, and spreading through mid-air bright radiance like the Sun.3 Drink of the meath with lips accustomed to the draught; harness for the meath's sake the chariot that ye love.Refresh the way ye go, refresh the paths with meath: hither, O Aśvins, bring the skin that holds the meath.4 The swans ye have are friendly, rich in store of meath, gold-pinioned, strong to draw, awake at early morn,Swimming the flood, exultant, fain for draughts that cheer: ye come like flies to our libations of the meath.5 Well knowing solemn rites and rich in meath, the fires sing to the morning Aśvins at the break of day,When with pure hands the prudent energetic priest hath with the stones pressed out the Soma rich in meath.6 The rays advancing nigh, chasing with day the gloom, spread through the firmament bright radiance like the Sun;And the Sun harnessing his horses goeth forth: ye through your Godlike nature let his paths be known.7 Devout in thought I have declared, O Aśvins, your chariot with good steeds, which lasts for ever,Wherewith ye travel swiftly through the regions to the prompt worshipper who brings oblation.

HYMN XLVI. Vāyu. Indra-Vāyu1. DRINK the best draught of Soma-juice, O Vāyu, at our holy rites:For thou art he who drinketh first.2 Come, team-drawn, with thy hundred helps, with Indra, seated in the car,Vāyu, and drink your fill of juice.3 May steeds a thousand bring you both, Indra. and Vāyu, hitherwardTo drink the Soma, to the feast.4 For ye, O Indra-Vāyu, mount the golden-seated car that aidsThe sacrifice, that reaches heaven.5 On far-refulgent chariot come unto the man who offers gifts:Come, Indra-Vāyu, hitherward.6 Here, Indra-Vāyu, is the juice: drink it, accordant with the Gods,Within the giver's dwelling-place.7 Hither, O Indra-Vāyu, be your journey here unyoke your steeds,Here for your draught of Soma juice.

HYMN XLVIL Vāyu. Indra-Vāyu.1. Vāyu, the bright is offered thee, best of the meath at holy rites.Come thou to drink the Soma juice, God, longed-for, on thy team-drawn car.2 O Vāyu, thou and Indra are meet drinkers of these Soma-draughts,For unto you the drops proceed as waters gather to the vale.3 O Indra-Vāyu, mighty Twain, speeding together, Lords of Strength,Come to our succour with your team, that ye may drink the Soma juice.4 The longed-for teams which ye possess, O Heroes, for the worshipper,Turn to us, Indra-Vāyu, ye to whom the sacrifice is paid.

HYMN XLVIII. Vāyu.1. TASTE offerings never tasted yet, as bards enjoy the foeman's wealth.O Vāyu, on refulgent car come to the drinking of the juice.2 Removing curses, drawn by teams, with Indra, seated by thy side,O Vāyu, on refulgent car come to the drinking of the juice.3 The two dark treasuries of wealth that wearall beauties wait on thee.O Vāyu, on refulgent car come to the drinking of the juice.4 May nine-and-ninety harnessed steeds who yoke them at thy will bring thee.O Vāyu, on refulgent car come to the drinking of the juice.5 Harness, O Vāyu, to thy car a hundred well-fed tawny steeds,Yea, or a thousand steeds, and let thy chariot come to us with might.

HYMN XLIX. Indra-Bṛhaspati.1. DEAR is this offering in your mouth, O Indra and Bṛhaspati:Famed is the laud, the gladdening draught.2 This lovely Soma is effused, O Indra and Bṛhaspati,For you, to drink it and rejoice.3 As Soma-drinkers to our house come, Indra and Bṛhaspati-and Indra-to drink Soma juice.4 Vouchsafe us riches hundredfold, O Indra, and Bṛhaspati,With store of horses, thousandfold.5 O Indra. and Bṛhaspati, we call you when the meath is shed,With songs, to drink the Soma juice.6 Drink, Indra and Bṛhaspati, the Soma in the giver's house:Delight yourselves abiding there.

HYMN L. Bṛhaspati.1. Him who with might hath propped earth's ends, who sitteth in threefold seat, Bṛhaspati, with thunder,Him of the pleasant tongue have ancient sages, deep-thinking, holy singers, set before them.2 Wild in their course, in well-marked wise rejoicing were they, Bṛhaspati, who pressed around us.Preserve Bṛhaspati, the stall uninjured, this company's raining, ever-moving birthplace.3 Bṛhaspati, from thy remotest distance have they sat down who love the law eternal.For thee were dug wells springing from the mountain, which murmuring round about pour streams of sweetness.4 Bṛhaspati, when first he had his being from mighty splendour in supremest heaven,Strong, with his sevenfold mouth, with noise of thunder, with his seven rays, blew and dispersed the darkness.5 With the loud-shouting band who sang his praises, with thunder, he destroyed obstructive Vala.Bṛhaspati thundering drave forth the cattle, the lowing cows who make oblations ready.6 Serve we with sacrifices, gifts, and homage even thus the Steer of all the Gods, the Father.Bṛhaspati, may we be lords of riches, with noble progeny and store of heroes.7 Surely that King by power and might heroic hath made him lord of all his foes' posses-ions,Who cherishes Bṛhaspati well-tended, adorns and worships him as foremost sharer.8 In his own house he dwells in peace and comfort: to him for ever holy food flows richly.To him the people with free will pay homage-the King with whom the Brahman hath precedence.9 He, unopposed, is master of the riches of his own subjects and of hostile people.The Gods uphold that King with their protection who helps the Brahman when he seeks his favour.10 Indra, Bṛhaspati, rainers of treasure, rejoicing at this sacrifice drink the Soma.Let the abundant drops sink deep within you: vouchsafe us riches with full store of heroes.11 Bṛhaspati and Indra, make us prosper may this be your benevolence to us-ward.Assist our holy thoughts, wake up our spirit: weaken the hatred of our foe and rivals.

HYMN LI. Dawn.1. FORTH from the darkness in the region eastward this most abundant splendid light hatb mounted.Now verily the far-refulgent Mornings, Daughters of Heaven, bring welfare to the people.2 The richly-coloured Dawns have mounted eastward, like pillars planted at our sacrifices,And, flushing far, splendid and purifying, unbarred the portals of the fold of darkness.3 Dispelling gloom this day the wealthy Mornings urge liberal givers to present their treasures.In the unlightened depth of darkness round them let niggard traffickers sleep unawakened.4 O Goddesses, is this your car, I ask you, ancient this day, or is it new, ye Mornings,Wherewith, rich Dawns, ye seek with wealth Navagva, Daśagva Aṅgira, the seven-toned singer?5 With horses harnessed by eternal Order, Goddesses, swiftly round the worlds ye travel,Arousing from their rest, O Dawns, the sleeping, and all that lives, man, bird, and beast, to motion.6 Which among these is eldest, and where is she through whom they fixed the Ṛbhus' regulations?What time the splendid Dawns go forth for splendour, they are not known apart, alike, unwasting.7 Blest were these Dawns of old, shining with succour, true with the truth that springs from holy Order;With whom the toiling worshipper, by praises, hymning and lauding, soon attained to riches.8 Hither from eastward all at once they travel, from one place spreading in the selfsame manner.Awaking, from the seat of holy Order the Godlike Dawns come nigh like troops of cattle.9 Thus they go forth with undiminished colours, these Mornings similar, in self-same fashion,Concealing the gigantic might of darkness with radiant bodies bright and pure and shining.10 O Goddesses, O Heaven's refulgent Daughters, bestow upon us wealth with store of children.As from our pleasant place of rest ye rouse us may we be masters of heroic vigour.11 Well-skilled in lore of sacrifice, ye Daughters of Heaven, refulgent Dawns, I thus address you.May we be glorious among the people. May Heaven vouchsafe us this, and Earth the Goddess,

HYMN LIII. Savitar.1. OF Savitar the God, the sapient Asura, we crave this great gift which is worthy of our choice,Wherewith he freely grants his worshiper defence. This with his rays the Great God hath vouchsafed to us.2 Sustainer of the heaven, Lord of the whole world's life, the Sage, he putteth on his golden-coloured mail.Clear-sighted, spreading far, filling the spacious realm, Savitar hath brought forth bliss that deserveth laud.3 He hath filled full the regions of the heaven and earth: the God for his own strengthening waketh up the hymn.Savitar hath stretched out his arms to cherish life, producing with his rays and lulling all that moves.4 Lighting all living creatures, ne’er to be deceived, Savitar, God, protects each holy ordinance.He hath stretched out his arms to all the folk of earth, and, with his laws observed, rules his own mighty course.5 Savitar thrice surrounding with his mightiness mid-air, three regions, and the triple sphere of light,Sets the three heavens in motion and the threefold earth, and willingly protects us with his triple law.6 Most gracious God, who brings to life and lulls to rest, he who controls the world, what moves not and what moves,May he vouchsafe us shelter,—Savitar the God,—for tranquil life, with triple bar against distress.7 With the year's seasons hath Savitar, God, come nigh: may he prosper our home, give food and noble sons.May he invigorate us through the days and nights, and may he send us opulence with progeny.

HYMN LIV. Savitar.1. Now must we praise and honour Savitar the God: at this time of the day the men must call to him,Him who distributes wealth to Manu's progeny, that he may grant us here riches most excellent.2 For thou at first producest for the holy Gods the noblest of all portions, immortality:Thereafter as a gift to men, O Savitar, thou openest existence, life succeeding life.3 If we, men as we are, have sinned against the Gods through want of thought, in weakness, or through insolence,Absolve us from the guilt and make us free from sin, O Savitar, alike among both Gods and men.4 None may impede that power of Savitar the God whereby he will maintain the universal world.What the fair-fingered God brings forth on earth's expanse or in the height of heaven, that work of his stands sure.5 To lofty hills thou sendest those whom Indra leads, and givest fixed abodes with houses unto these.However they may fly and draw themselves apart, still, Savitar, they stand obeying thy behest.6 May the libations poured to thee thrice daily, day after day, O Savitar, bring us blessing.May Indra, Heaven, Earth, Sindhu with the Waters, Aditi with Ādityas, give us shelter.

HYMN LV. Viśvedevas.1. WHO of you, Vasus, saveth? who protecteth? O Heaven and Earth and Aditi, preserve us,Varuṇa., Mitra, from the stronger mortal. Gods, which of you at sacrifice giveth comfort?2 They who with laud extol the ancient statutes, when they shine forth infallible dividers,Have ordered as perpetual Ordainers, and beamed as holy-thoughted Wonder-Workers.3 The Housewife Goddess, Aditi, and Sindhu, the Goddess Svasti I implore for friendship:And may the unobstructed Night and Morning both, day and night, provide for our protection.4 Aryaman, Varuṇa have disclosed the pathway, Agni as Lord of Strength the road to welfare.Lauded in manly mode may Indra-Viṣṇu grant us their powerful defence and shelter.5 I have besought the favour of the Maruts, of Parvata, of Bhaga God who rescues.From trouble caused by man the Lord preserve us; from woe sent by his friend let Mitra save us.6 Agree, through these our watery oblations, Goddesses, Heaven and Earth, with Ahibudhnya.As if to win the sea, the Gharma-heaters have opened, as they come anear, the rivers.7 May Goddess Aditi with Gods defend us, save us the saviour God with care unceasing.We dare not stint the sacred food of Mitra and Varuṇa upon the back of Agni.8 Agni is Sovran Lord of wealth, Agni of great prosperity:May he bestow these gifts on us.9 Hither to us, rich pleasant Dawn, bring many things to be desired,Thou who hast ample store of wealth.10 So then may Bhaga, Savitar, Varuṇa, Mitra, Aryaman, Indra, with bounty come to us.

HYMN LVI. Heaven and Earth.1. MAY mighty Heaven and Earth, most meet for honour, be present here with light and gleaming splendours;When, fixing them apart, vast, most extensive, the Steer roars loudly in far-reaching courses.2 The Goddesses with Gods, holy with holy, the Two stand pouring out their rain, exhaustless:Faithful and guileless, having Gods for children, leaders of sacrifice with shining splendours.3 Sure in the worlds he was a skilful Craftsman, he who produced these Twain the Earth and Heaven.Wise, with his power he brought both realms, together spacious and deep, well-fashioned, unsupported.4 O Heaven and Earth, with one accord promoting, with high protection as of Queens, our welfare,Far-reaching, universal, holy, guard us. May we, car-borne, through song be victors ever.5 To both of you, O Heaven and Earth, we bring our lofty song of praise,Pure Ones! to glorify you both.6 Ye sanctify each other's form, by your own proper might ye rule,And from of old observe the Law.7 Furthering and fulfilling, ye, O Mighty, perfect Mitra's Law.Ye sit around our sacrifice.

HYMN LVII. Ksetrapati, Etc.1. WE through the Master of the Field, even as through a friend, obtainWhat nourisheth our kine and steeds. In such may he be good to us.2 As the cow yieldeth milk, pour for us freely, Lord of the Field, the wave that beareth sweetness,Distilling meath, well-purified like butter, and let the. Lords of holy Law be gracious.3 Sweet be the plants for us. the heavens, the waters, and full of sweets for us be air's mid-region.May the Field's Lord for us be full of sweetness, and may we follow after him uninjured.4 Happily work our steers and men, may the plough furrow happily.Happily be the traces bound; happily may he ply the goad.5 Śuna and Sīra, welcome ye this laud, and with the milk which ye have made in heavenBedew ye both this earth of ours.6 Auspicious Sītā, come thou near: we venerate and worship theeThat thou mayst bless and prosper us and bring us fruits abundantly.7 May Indra press the furrow down, may Pūṣan guide its course aright.May she, as rich in milk, be drained for us through each succeeding year.8 Happily let the shares turn up the plough-land, happily go the ploughers with the oxen.With meath and milk Parjanya make us happy. Grant us prosperity, Śuna and Sīra.

HYMN LVIII. Ghṛta.1. FORTH from the ocean sprang the wave of sweetness: together with the stalk it turned to Amṛta,That which is holy oil's mysterious title: but the Gods’ tongue is truly Amṛta's centre.2 Let us declare aloud the name of Ghṛta, and at this sacrifice hold it up with homage.So let the Brahman hear the praise we utter. This hath the four-horned Buffalo emitted.3 Four are his horns, three are the feet that bear him; his heads are two, his hands are seven in number.Bound with a triple bond the Steer roars loudly: the mighty God hath entered in to mortals.4 That oil in triple shape the Gods discovered laid down within the Cow, concealed by Paṇis.Indra produced one shape, Sūrya another: by their own power they formed the third from Vena.5 From inmost reservoir in countless channels flow down these rivers which the foe beholds not.I look upon the streams of oil descending, and lo! the Golden Reed is there among them.6 Like rivers our libations flow together, cleansing themselves in inmost heart and spirit.The streams of holy oil pour swiftly downward like the wild beasts that fly before the bowman.7 As rushing down the rapids of a river, flow swifter than the wind the vigorous currents,The streams of oil in swelling fluctuation like a red courser bursting through the fences.8 Like women at a gathering fair to look on and gently smiling, they incline to Agni.The streams of holy oil attain the fuel, and Jātavedas joyfully receives them.9 As maidens dock themselves with gay adornment to join the bridal feast, I now behold them.Where Soma flows and sacrifice is ready, thither the streams of holy oil are running.10 Send to our eulogy a herd of cattle bestow upon us excellent possessions.Bear to the Gods the sacrifice we offer the streams of oil flow pure and full of sweetness.11 The universe depends upon thy power and might within the sea, within the heart, within all life.

HYMN I. Agni1. Agni is wakened by the people's fuel to meet the Dawn who cometh like a milch-cow.Like young trees shooting up on high their branches, his flames are rising to the vault of heaven.2 For worship of the Gods the Priest was wakened: at morning gracious Agni hath arisen.Kindled, his radiant might is made apparent, and the great Deity set free from darkness.3 When he hath stirred the line of his attendants, with the pure milk pure Agni is anointed.The strength-bestowing gift is then made ready, which spread in front, with tongues, erect, he drinketh.4 The spirits of the pious turn together to Agni, as the eyes of all to Sūrya.He, when both Dawns of different hues have borne him, springs up at daybreak as a strong white charger.5 The noble One was born at days' beginning, laid red in colour mid the well-laid fuel.Yielding in every house his seven rich treasures, Agni is seated, Priest most skilled in worship.6 Agni hath sat him down, a Priest most skilful, on a sweet-smelling place, his Mother's bosom.Young, faithful, sage, preeminent o’er many, kindled among the folk whom he sustaineth.7 This Singer excellent at sacrifices, Agni the Priest, they glorify with homage.Him who spread out both worlds by Law Eternal they balm with oil, strong Steed who never faileth.8. He, worshipful House-Friend, in his home is worshipped, our own auspicious guest, lauded by sages.That strength the Bull with thousand horns possesses. In might, O Agni, thou excellest others.9 Thou quickly passest by all others, Agni, for him to whom thou hast appeared most lovely,Wondrously fair, adorable, effulgent, the guest of men, the darling of the people.10 To thee, Most Youthful God! to thee, O Agni from near and far the people bring their tribute.Mark well the prayer of him who best extols thee. Great, high, auspicious, Agni, is thy shelter.11 Ascend to-day thy splendid car, O Agni, in splendour, with the Holy Ones around it.Knowing the paths by mid-air's spacious region bring hither Gods to feast on our oblation.12 To him adorable, sage, strong and mighty we have sung forth our song of praise and homage.Gavisthira hath raised with prayer to Agni this laud far-reaching, like gold light to heaven.

HYMN II. Agni.1. THE youthful Mother keeps the Boy in secret pressed to her close, nor yields him to the Father.But, when he lies upon the arm, the people see his unfading countenance before them.2 What child is this thou carriest as handmaid, O Youthful One? The Consort-Queen hath borne him.The Babe unborn increased through many autumns. I saw him born what time his Mother bare him.3 I saw him from afar gold-toothed, bright-coloured, hurling his weapons from his habitation,What time I gave him Amṛta free from mixture. How can the Indraless, the hymnless harm me?4 I saw him moving from the place he dwells in, even as with a herd, brilliantly shining.These seized him not: he had been born already. They who were grey with age again grow youthful.5 Who separate my young bull from the cattle, they whose protector was in truth no stranger?Let those whose hands have seized upon them free them. May he, observant, drive the herd to us-ward.6 Mid mortal men godless have secreted the King of all who live, home of the people.So may the prayers of Atri give him freedom. Reproached in turn be those who now reproach him.7 Thou from the stake didst loose e’en Śunaḥśepa bound for a thousand; for he prayed with fervour.So, Agni, loose from us the bonds that bind us, when thou art seated here, O Priest who knowest.8 Thou hast sped from me, Agni, in thine anger: this the protector of Gods’ Laws hath told me.Indra who knoweth bent his eye upon thee: by him instructed am I come, O Agni.9 Agni shines far and wide with lofty splendour, and by his greatness makes all things apparent.He conquers godless and malign enchantments, and sharpens both his horns to gore the Rakṣas.10 Loud in the heaven above be Agni's roarings with keen-edged weapons to destroy the demons.Forth burst his splendours in the Soma's rapture. The godless bands press round but cannot stay him.11 As a skilled craftsman makes a car, a singer I, Mighty One! this hymn for thee have fashioned.If thou, O Agni, God, accept it gladly, may we obtain thereby the heavenly Waters.12 May he, the strong-necked Steer, waxing in vigour, gather the foeman's wealth with none to check him.Thus to this Agni have the Immortals spoken. To man who spreads the grass may he grant shelter, grant shelter to the man who brings oblation.

HYMN III. Agni.1. THOU at thy birth art Varuṇa, O Agni; when thou art kindled thou becomest Mitra.In thee, O Son of Strength, all Gods are centred. Indra art thou to man who brings oblation.2 Aryaman art thou as regardeth maidens mysterious, is thy name, O Self-sustainer.As a kind friend with streams of milk they balm thee what time thou makest wife and lord one-minded.3 The Maruts deck their beauty for thy glory, yea, Rudra! for thy birth fair, brightly-coloured.That which was fixed as Viṣṇu's loftiest station—therewith the secret of the Cows thou guardest.4 Gods through thy glory, God who art so lovely! granting abundant gifts gained life immortal.As their own Priest have men established Agni; and serve him fain for praise from him who liveth.5 There is no priest more skilled than thou in worship; none Self-sustainer pass thee in wisdom.The man within whose house as guest thou dwellest, O God, by sacrifice shall conquer mortals.6 Aided by thee, O Agni may we conquer through our oblation, fain for wealth, awakened:May we in battle, in the days’ assemblies, O Son of Strength, by riches conquer mortals.7 He shall bring evil on the evil-plotter whoever turns against us sin and outrage.Destroy this calumny of him, O Agni, whoever injures us with double-dealing.8 At this dawn's flushing, God! our ancient fathers served thee with offerings, making thee their envoy,When, Agni, to the store of wealth thou goest, a God enkindled with good things by mortals.9 Save, thou who knowest, draw thy father near thee, who counts as thine own son, O Child of Power.O sapient Agni, when wilt thou regard us? When, skilled in holy Law, wilt thou direct us?10 Adoring thee he gives thee many a title, when thou, Good Lord! acceptest this as Father.And doth not Agni, glad in strength of Godhead, gain splendid bliss when he hath waxen mighty?11 Most Youthful Agni, verily thou bearest thy praiser safely over all his troubles.Thieves have been seen by us and open foemen: unknown have been the plottings of the wicked.12 To thee these eulogies have been directed: or to the Vasu hath this sin been spoken.But this our Agni, flaming high, shall never yield us to calumny, to him who wrongs us.

HYMN IV. Agni.1. O AGNI, King and Lord of wealth and treasures, in thee is my delight at sacrifices.Through thee may we obtain the strength we long for, and overcome the fierce attacks of mortals.2 Agni, Eternal Father, offering-bearer, fair to behold, far-reaching, far-refulgent,From well-kept household fire beam food to feed us, and measure out to us abundant glory.3 The Sage of men, the Lord of human races, pure, purifying Agni, balmed with butter,Him the Omniscient as your Priest ye stablish: he wins among the Gods things worth the choosing.4 Agni, enjoy, of one accord with Iḷā, striving in rivalry with beams of Sūrya,Enjoy, O Jātavedas, this our fuel, and bring the Gods to us to taste oblations.5 As dear House-Friend, guest welcome in the dwelling, to this our sacrifice come thou who knowest.And, Agni, having scattered all assailants, bring to us the possessions of our foemen.6 Drive thou away the Dasyu with thy weapon. As, gaining vital power for thine own body,O Son of Strength, the Gods thou satisfiest, so in fight save us, most heroic Agni.7 May we, O Agni, with our lauds adore thee, and with our gifts, fair-beaming Purifier!Send to us wealth containing all things precious: bestow upon us every sort of riches.8 Son of Strength, Agni, dweller in three regions, accept our sacrifice and our oblation.Among the Gods may we be counted pious: protect us with a triply-guarding shelter.9 Over all woes and dangers, Jātavedas, bear us as in a boat across a river.Praised with our homage even as Atri praised thee, O Agni, be the guardian of our bodies.10 As I, remembering thee with grateful spirit, a mortal, call with might on thee Immortal,Vouchsafe us high renown, O Jātavedas, and may I be immortal by my children.11 The pious man, O Jātavedas Agni, to whom thou grantest ample room and pleasure,Gaineth abundant wealth with sons and horses, with heroes and with kine for his well-being.

HYMN V. Āprīs.1. To Agni, Jātavedas, to the flame, the well-enkindled God,Offer thick sacrificial oil.2 He, Narāśaṁsa, ne’er beguiled, inspiriteth this sacrifice:For sage is he, with sweets in hand.3 Adored, O Agni, hither bring Indra the Wonderful, the Friend,On lightly-rolling car to aid.4 Spread thyself out, thou soft as wool The holy hymns have sung to thee.Bring gain to us, O beautiful!5 Open yourselves, ye Doors Divine, easy of access for our aid:Fill, more and more, the sacrifice.6 Fair strengtheners of vital power, young Mothers of eternal Law,Morning and Night we supplicate.7 On the wind's flight come, glorified, ye two celestial Priests of manCome ye to this our sacrifice.8 Iḷā, Sarasvatī, Mahī, three Goddesses who bring us weal,Be seated harmless on the grass.9 Rich in all plenty, Tvaṣṭar, come auspicious of thine own accordHelp us in every sacrifice.10 Vanaspati, wherever thou knowest the Gods’ mysterious names,Send our oblations thitherward.11 To Agni and to Varuṇa, Indra, the Maruts, and the Gods,With Svāhā be oblation brought.

HYMN VI. Agni.1. I VALUE Agni that good Lord, the home to which the kine return:Whom fleet-foot coursers seek as home, and strong enduring steeds as home. Bring food to those who sing thy praise.2 ’Tis Agni whom we laud as good, to whom the milch-kine come in herds,To whom the chargers swift of foot, to whom our well-born princes come. Bring food to those who sing thy praise.3 Agni the God of all mankind, gives, verily, a steed to man.Agni gives precious gear for wealth, treasure he gives when he is pleased. Bring food to those who sing thy praise.4 God, Agni, we will kindle thee, rich in thy splendour, fading not,So that this glorious fuel may send forth by day its light for thee. Bring food to those who sing thy praise.5 To thee the splendid, Lord of flame, bright, wondrous, Prince of men, is brought.Oblation with the holy verse, O Agni, bearer of our gifts.Bring food to those who sing thy praise.6 These Agnis in the seats of the fire nourish each thing most excellent.They give delight, they spread abroad, they move themselves continually. Bring food to those who sing thy praise.7 Agni, these brilliant flames of thine wax like strong chargers mightily,Who with the treadings of their hoofs go swiftly to the stalls of kine. Bring food to those who sing thy praise.8 To us who laud thee, Agni, bring fresh food and safe and happy homes.May we who have sung hymns to thee have thee for envoy in each house. Bring food to those who sing thy praise.9 Thou, brilliant God, within thy mouth warmest both ladles of the oil.So fill us also, in our hymns, abundantly, O Lord of Strength. Bring food to those who sing thy praise.10 Thus Agni have we duly served with sacrifices and with hymns.So may he give us what we crave, store of brave sons and fleet-foot steeds. Bring food to those who sing thy praise.

HYMN VII. Agni.1. OFFER to Agni, O my friends, your seemly food, your seemly praise;To him supremest o’er the folk, the Son of Strength, the mighty Lord:2 Him in whose presence, when they meet in full assembly, men rejoice;Even him whom worthy ones inflame, and living creatures bring to life.3 When we present to him the food and sacrificial gifts of men,He by the might of splendour grasps the holy Ordinance's rein.4 He gives a signal in the night even to him who is afar,When he, the Bright, unchanged by eld, consumes the sovrans of the wood.5 He in whose service on the ways they offer up their drops of sweat,On him is their high kin have they mounted, as ridges on the earth.6 Whom, sought of many, mortal man hath found to be the Stay of all;He who gives flavour to our food, the home of every man that lives.7 Even as a herd that crops the grass he shears the field and wilderness,With flashing teeth and beard of gold, deft with his unabated might.8 For him, to whom, bright as an axe he, as to Atri, hath flashed forth,Hath the well-bearing Mother borne, producing when her time is come.9 Agni to whom the oil is shed by him thou lovest to support,Bestow upon these mortals fame and splendour and intelligence.10 Such zeal hath he, resistless one: he gained the cattle given by thee.Agni, may Atri overcome the Dasyus who bestow no gifts, subdue the men who give no food.

HYMN VIII. Agni.1. O AGNI urged to strength, the men of old who loved the Law enkindled thee,the Ancient, for their aid,Thee very bright, and holy, nourisher of all, most excellent, the Friend and Master of the home.2 Thee, Agni, men have stablished as their guest of old, as Master of the household, thee, with hair of flame;High-bannered, multiform, distributor of wealth, kind helper, good protector, drier of the floods.3 The tribes of men praise thee, Agni, who knowest well burnt offerings, the Discerner, lavishest of wealth,Dwelling in secret, Blest One! visible to all, loud-roaring, skilled in worship, glorified with oil.4 Ever to thee, O Agni, as exceeding strong have we drawn nigh with songs and reverence singing hymns.So be thou pleased with us, Aṅgiras! as a God enkindled by the noble with man's goodly light.5 Thou, Agni! multiform, God who art lauded much! givest in every house subsistence as of old.Thou rulest by thy might o’er food of many a sort: that light of thine when blazing may not be opposed.6 The Gods, Most Youthful Agni, have made thee, inflamed, the bearer of oblations and the messenger.Thee, widely-reaching, homed in sacred oil, invoked, effulgent, have they made the Eye that stirs the thought.7 Men seeking joy have lit thee worshipped from of old, O Agni, with good fuel and with sacred oil.So thou, bedewed and waxing mighty by the plants, spreadest thyself abroad over the realms of earth.

HYMN IX. Agni.1. BEARING; oblations mortal men, O Agni, worship thee the God.I deem thee Jātavedas: bear our offerings, thou, unceasingly.2 In the man's home who offers gifts, where grass is trimmed, Agni is Priest,To whom all sacrifices come and strengthenings that win renown.3 Whom, as an infant newly-born, the kindling-sticks have brought to life,Sustainer of the tribes of men, skilled in well-ordered sacrifice.4 Yea, very hard art thou to grasp, like offspring of the wriggling snakes,When thou consumest many woods like an ox, Agni, in the mead.5 Whose flames, when thou art sending forth the smoke, completely reach the mark,When Tṛta in the height of heaven, like as a smelter fanneth thee, e’en as a smelter sharpeneth thee.6 O Agni, by thy succour and by Mitra's friendly furtherance,May we, averting hate, subdue the wickedness of mortal men.7 O Agni, to our heroes bring such riches, thou victorious God.May he protect and nourish us, and help in gaining strength: be thou near us in fight for our success.

HYMN X. Agni.1. BRING us most mighty splendour thou, Agni, resistless on thy way.With overflowing store of wealth mark out for us a path to strength.2 Ours art thou, wondrous Agni, by wisdom and bounteousness of power.The might of Asuras rests on thee, like Mitra worshipful in act.3 Agni, increase our means of life, increase the house and home of these,The men, the princes who have won great riches through our hymns of praise.4 Bright Agni, they who deck their songs for thee have horses as their meed.The men are mighty in their might, they whose high laud, as that of heaven, awakes thee of its own accord.5 O Agni, those resplendent flames of thine go valorously forth,Like lightnings flashing round us, like a rattling car that seeks the spoil.6 Now, Agni, come to succour us; let priests draw nigh to offer gifts;And let the patrons of our rites subdue all regions of the earth.7 Bring to us, Agni, Aṅgiras, lauded of old and lauded now,Invoker! wealth to quell the strong, that singers may extol thee. Be near us in fight for our success.

HYMN XI. Agni.1. THE watchful Guardian of the people hath been born, Agni, the very strong, for fresh prosperity.With oil upon his face, with high heaven-touching flame, he shineth splendidly, pure, for the Bharatas.2 Ensign of sacrifice, the earliest Household-Priest, the men have kindled Agni in his threefold seat,With Indra and the Gods together on the grass let the wise Priest sit to complete the sacrifice.3 Pure , unadorned, from thy two Mothers art thou born: thou camest from Vivasvān as a charming Sage.With oil they strengthened thee, O Agni, worshipped God: thy banner was the smoke that mounted to the sky.4 May Agni graciously come to our sacrifice. The men bear Agni here and there in every house.He hath become an envoy, bearer of our gifts: electing Agni, men choose one exceeding wise.5 For thee, O Agni, is this sweetest prayer of mine: dear to thy spirit be this product of my thought.As great streams fill the river so our song of praise fill thee, and make thee yet more mighty in thy strength.6 O Agni, the Aṅgirases discovered thee what time thou layest hidden, fleeing back from wood to wood.Thou by attrition art produced as conquering might, and men, O Aṅgiras, call thee the Son of Strength.

HYMN XII. Agni.1. To Agni, lofty Asura, meet for worship, Steer of eternal Law, my prayer I offer;I bring my song directed to the Mighty like pure oil for his mouth at sacrifices.2 Mark the Law, thou who knowest, yea, observe it: send forth the full streams of eternal Order.I use no sorcery with might or falsehood the sacred Law of the Red Steer I follow.3 How hast thou, follower of the Law eternal, become the knower of a new song, Agni?The God, the Guardian of the seasons, knows me: the Lord of him who won this wealth I know not.4 Who, Agni, in alliance with thy foeman, what splendid helpers won for them their riches?Agni, who guard the dwelling-place of falsehood? Who are protectors of the speech of liars?5 Agni, those friends of thine have turned them from thee: gracious of old, they have become ungracious.They have deceived themselves by their own speeches, uttering wicked words against the righteous.6 He who pays sacrifice to thee with homage, O Agni, keeps the Red Steer's Law eternal;Wide is his dwelling. May the noble offspring of Nahuṣa who wandered forth come hither.

HYMN XIII. Agni.1. WITH songs of praise we call on thee, we kindle thee with songs of praise,Agni, with songs of praise, for help.2 Eager for wealth, we meditate Agni's effectual praise to-day,Praise of the God who touches heaven.3 May Agni, Priest among mankind, take pleasure in our songs of praise,And worship the Celestial Folk.4 Thou, Agni, art spread widely forth, Priest dear and excellent; through theeMen make the sacrifice complete.5 Singers exalt thee, Agni, well lauded, best giver of our strength:So grant thou us heroic might.6 Thou Agni, as the felly rings the spokes, encompassest the Gods.I yearn for bounty manifold.

HYMN XIV. Agni.1. ENKINDLING the Immortal, wake Agni with song of praise: may he bear our oblations to the Gods.2 At high solemnities mortal men glorify him the Immortal, bestAt sacrifice among mankind.3 That he may bear their gifts to heaven, all glorify him Agni, God,With ladle that distilleth oil.4 Agni shone bright when born, with light killing the Dasyus and the dark:He found the Kine, the Floods, the Sun.5 Serve Agni, God adorable, the Sage whose back is balmed with oil:Let him approach, and hear my call.6 They have exalted Agni, God of all mankind, with oil and hymnsOf praise, devout and eloquent.

HYMN XV. Agni.1. To him, the far-renowned, the wise Ordainer, ancient and glorious, a song I offer.Enthroned in oil, the Asura, bliss-giver, is Agni, firm support of noble, riches.2 By holy Law they kept supporting Order, by help of sacrifice, in loftiest heaven,—They who attained with born men to the unborn, men seated on that stay, heaven's firm sustainer.3 Averting woe, they labour hard to bring him, the ancient, plenteous food as power resistless.May he, born newly, conquer his assailants: round him they stand as round an angry lion.4 When, like a mother, spreading forth to nourish, to cherish and regard each man that liveth,—Consuming all the strength that thou hast gotten, thou wanderest round, thyself, in varied fashion.5 May strength preserve the compass of thy vigour, God! that broad stream of thine that beareth riches.Thou, like a thief who keeps his refuge secret, hast holpen Atri to great wealth, by teaching.

HYMN XVI. Agni.1. GREAT power is in the beam of light, sing praise to, Agni, to the GodWhom men have set in foremost place like Mitra with their eulogies.2 He by the splendour of his arms is Priest of every able man.Agni conveys oblation straight, and deals, as Bhaga deals, his boons.3 All rests upon the laud and love of him the rich, high-flaming God,On whom, loud-roaring, men have laid great strength as on a faithful friend.4 So, Agni, be the Friend of these with liberal gift of hero strength.Yea, Heaven and Earth have not surpassed this Youthful One in glorious fame.5 O Agni, quickly come to us, and, glorified, bring precious wealth.So we and these our princes will assemble for the good of all. Be near in fight to prosper us.

HYMN XVII. Agni.1. GOD, may a mortal call the Strong hither, with solemn rites, to aid,A man call Agni to protect when sacrifice is well prepared.2 Near him thou seemest mightier still in native glory, set to holdApart yon flame-hued vault of heaven, lovely beyond the thought of man.3 Yea, this is by the light of him whom powerful song hath bound to act,Whose beams of splendour flash on high as though they sprang from heavenly seed.4 Wealth loads the Wonder-Worker's car through his, the very wise One's power.Then, meet to be invoked among all tribes, is Agni glorified.5 Now, too, the princes shall obtain excellent riches by our lips.Protect us for our welfare: lend thy succour, O thou Son of Strength. Be near in fight to prosper us.

HYMN XVIII. Agni.1. AT dawn let Agni, much-beloved guest of the house, be glorified;Immortal who delights in all oblations brought by mortal men.2 For Dvita who receives through wealth of native strength maimed offerings,Thy praiser even gains at once the Soma-drops, Immortal Gods!3 Nobles, with song I call that car of yours that shines with lengthened life,For, God who givest steeds! that car hither and thither goes unharmed.4 They who have varied ways of thought, who guard the lauds within their lips,And strew the grass before the light, have decked themselves with high renown.5 Immortal Agni, give the chiefs, heroes who institute the rite,Heroes’ illustrious, lofty fame, who at the synod met for praise presented me with fifty steeds.

HYMN XIX. Agni.1. ONE state begets another state: husk is made visible from husk:Within his Mother's side he speaks.2 Discerning, have they offered gifts: they guard the strength that never wastes.To a strong fort have they pressed in.3 Śvaitreya's people, all his men, have gloriously increased in might.A gold chain Bṛhaduktha wears, as, through this Soma, seeking spoil.4 I bring, as ’twere, the longed-for milk, the dear milk of the Sister-Pair.Like to a caldron filled with food is he, unconquered, conquering all.5 Beam of light, come to us in sportive fashion, finding thyself close to the wind that fans thee.These flames of his are wasting flames, like arrows keen-pointed, sharpened, on his breast.

HYMN XX. Agni.1. AGNI, best winner of the spoil, cause us to praise before the GodsAs our associate meet for lauds, wealth which thou verily deemest wealth.2 Agni, the great who ward not off the anger of thy power and mightStir up the wrath and hatred due to one who holds an alien creed.3 Thee, Agni, would we choose as Priest, the perfecter of strength and skill;We who bring sacred food invoke with song thee Chief at holy rites.4 Here as is needful for thine aid we toil, O Conqueror, day by day,For wealth, for Law. May we rejoice, Most Wise One! at the feast, with kine, rejoice, with heroes, at the feast.

HYMN XXI. Agni.1. WE stablish thee as Manus used, as Manus used we kindle thee.Like Manus, for the pious man , Aṅgiras, Agni, worship Gods.2 For well, O Agni, art thou pleased when thou art kindled mid mankind.Straight go the ladles unto thee, thou highborn God whose food is oil.3 Thee have all Gods of one accord established as their messenger.Serving at sacrifices men adore thee as a God, O Sage.4 Let mortal man adore your God, Agni, with worship due to Gods.Shine forth enkindled, Radiant One. Sit in the chamber of the Law, sit in the chamber of the food.

HYMN XXII. Agni.1. LIKE Atri, Viśvasāman! sing to him of purifying light,Who must be praised in holy rites, the Priest most welcome in the house.2 Set Jātavedas in his place, Agni the God and Minister.Let sacrifice proceed to-day duly, comprising all the Gods.3 All mortals come to thee for aid, the God of most observant mind.Of thine excelling favour we bethink us as we long for it.4 Mark with attention this our speech, O Agni, thou victorious One.Thee, Strong-jawed! as the homestead's Lord, the Atris with their lauds exalt, the Atris beautify with songs.

HYMN XXIII. Agni.1. By thy fair splendour's mighty power, O Agni, bring victorious wealth,Wealth that o’ercometh all mankind, and, near us, conquereth in fight.2 Victorious Agni, bring to us the wealth that vanquisheth in war;For thou art wonderful and true, giver of strength in herds of kine.3 For all the folk with one accord, whose sacred grass is trimmed and strewn,Invite thee to their worship-halls, as a dear Priest, for choicest wealth.4 For he, the God of all men, hath gotten him might that quelleth foes.O Agni, in these homes shine forth, bright God! for our prosperity, shine, Purifier! splendidly.

HYMN XXIV. Agni.1. O AGNI, be our nearest Friend, be thou a kind deliverer and a gracious Friend.2 Excellent Agni, come thou nigh to us, and give us wealth most splendidly renowned.3 So hear us, listen to this call of ours, and keep us far from every sinful man.4 To thee then, O Most Bright, O Radiant God, we come with prayer for happiness for our friends.

HYMN XXV. Agni.1. I WILL sing near, for grace, your God Agni, for he is good to us.Son of the Brands, may he give gifts, and, righteous, save us from the foe.2 For he is true, whom men of old enkindled, and the Gods themselves,The Priest with the delicious tongue, rich with the light of glorious beams.3 With wisdom that surpasseth all, with gracious will most excellent,O Agni, worthy of our choice, shine wealth on us through hymns of praise.4 Agni is King, for he extends to mortals and to Gods alike.Agni is bearer of our gifts. Worship ye Agni with your thoughts.5 Agni gives to the worshipper a son, the best, of mightiest fame,Of deep devotion, ne’er subdued, bringer of glory to his sire.6 Agni bestows the hero-lord who conquers with the men in fight.Agni bestows the fleet-foot steed, the victor never overcome.7 The mightiest song is Agni's: shine on high, thou who art rich in light.Like the Chief Consort of a King, riches and strength proceed from thee.8 Resplendent are thy rays of light: loud is thy voice like pressing-stones.Yea, of itself thy thunder goes forth like the roaring of the heaven.9 Thus, seeking riches, have we paid homage to Agni Conqueror.May he, most wise, as with a ship, carry us over all our foes.

HYMN XXVI. Agni.1. O AGNI, Holy and Divine, with splendour and thy pleasant tongueBring hither and adore the Gods.2 We pray thee, thou who droppest oil, bright-rayed! who lookest on the Sun,Bring the Gods hither to the feast.3 We have enkindled thee, O Sage, bright caller of the Gods to feast.O Agni, great in Sacrifice.4 O Agni, come with all the Gods, come to our sacrificial gift:We choose thee as Invoking Priest.5 Bring, Agni, to the worshipper who pours the juice, heroic strength:Sit with the Gods upon the grass.6 Victor of thousands, Agni, thou, enkindled, cherishest the laws,Laud-worthy, envoy of the Gods.7 Set Agni Jātavedas down, the bearer of our sacred gifts,MostYouthful, God and Minister.8 Duly proceed our sacrifice, comprising all the Gods, to-day:Strew holy grass to be their seat.9 So may the Maruts sit thereon, the Aśvins, Mitra, Varuṇa:The Gods with all their company.

HYMN XXVII. Agni.1. THE Godlike hero, famousest of nobles, hath granted me two oxen with a wagon.Trvrsan's son Tryaruna hath distinguished himself, Vaiśvānara Agni! with ten thousands.2 Protect Tryaruna, as thou art waxing strong and art highly praised, Vaiśvānara Agni!Who granteth me a hundred kine and twenty, and two bay horses, good at draught, and harnessed.3 So Trasadasyu served thee, God Most Youthful, craving thy favour for the ninth time, Agni;Tryaruya who with attentive spirit accepteth many a song from me the mighty.4 He who declares his wish to me, to Asvamedha, to the Prince,Pays him who with his verse seeks gain, gives power to him who keeps the Law.5 From whom a hundred oxen, all of speckled hue, delight my heart,The gifts of Asvamedha, like thrice-mingled draughts of Soma juice.6 To Asvamedha who bestows a hundred gifts grant hero power,O Indra-Agni! lofty rule like the unwasting Sun in heaven.

HYMN XXVIII. Agni.1. AGNI inflamed hath sent to heaven his lustre: he shines forth widely turning unto Morning.Eastward the ladle goes that brings all blessing, praising the Godswith homage and oblation.2 Enkindled, thou art King of the immortal world: him who brings offerings thou attendest for his weal.He whom thou urgest on makes all possessions his: he sets before thee, Agni, gifts that guests may claim.3 Show thyself strong for mighty bliss, O Agni, most excellent be thine effulgent splendours.Make easy to maintain our household lordship, and overcome the might of those who hate us.4 Thy glory, Agni, I adore, kindled, exalted in thy strength.A Steer of brilliant splendour, thou art lighted well at sacred rites.5 Agni, invoked and kindled, serve the Gods, thou skilled in sacrifice:For thou art bearer of our gifts.6 Invoke and worship Agni while the sacrificial rite proceeds:For offering-bearer choose ye him.

HYMN XXIX. Agni.1. MAN'S worship of the Gods hath three great lustres, and three celestial lights have they establishedThe Maruts gifted with pure strength adore thee, for thou, O Indra, art their sapient Ṛṣi.2 What time the Maruts sang their song to Indra, joyous when he had drunk of Soma juices,He grasped his thunderbolt to slay the Dragon, and loosed, that they might flow, the youthful Waters.3 And, O ye Brahmans, Maruts, so may Indra drink draughts of this my carefully pressed Soma;For this oblation found for man the cattle, and Indra, having quaffed it, slew the Dragon.4 Then heaven and earth he sundered and supported: wrapped even in these he struck the Beast with terror.So Indra forced the Engulfer to disgorgement, and slew the Dānava. panting against him.5 Thus all the Gods, O Maghavan, delivered to thee of their free will the draught of Soma;When thou for Etaśa didst cause to tarry the flying mares of Sūrya racing forward.6 When Maghavan with the thunderbolt demolished his nine-and-ninety castles all together,The Maruts, where they met, glorified Indra: ye with the Tṛṣṭup hymn obstructed heaven.7 As friend to aid a friend, Agni dressed quickly three hundred buffaloes, even as he willed it.And Indra, from man's gift, for Vṛtra's slaughter, drank ofr at once three lakes of pressed-out Soma.8 When thou three hundred buffaloes' flesh hadst eaten, and drunk, as Maghavan, three lakes of Soma,All the Gods raised as ’twere a shout of triumph to Indra praise because he slew the Dragon.9 What time ye came with strong steeds swiftly speeding, O Uśanā and Indra, to the dwelling,Thou camest thither -conquering together with Kutsa and the Gods: thou slewest Śuṣṇa.10 One car-wheel of the Sun thou rolledst forward, and one thou settest free to move for Kutsa.Thou slewest noseless Dasyus with thy weapon, and in their home o’erthrewest hostile speakers.11 The lauds of Gauriviti made thee mighty to Vidathin's son, as prey, thou gavest Pipru.Rjisivan drew thee into friendship dressing the sacred food, and thou hast drunk his Soma.12 Navagvas and Dasgvas with libations of Soma juice sing hymns of praise to Indra.Labouring at their task the men laid open the stall of Kine though firmly closed and fastened.13 How shall I serve thee, Maghavan, though knowing full well what hero deeds thou hast accomplished?And the fresh deeds which thou wilt do, Most Mighty! these, too, will we tell forth in sacred synods.14 Resistless from of old through hero courage, thou hast done all these many acts, O Indra.What thou wilt do in bravery, Thunder-wielder! none is there who may hinder this thy prowess.15 Indra, accept the prayers which now are offered, accept the new prayers, Mightiest! which we utter.Like fair and well-made robes, I, seeking riches, as a deft craftsman makes a car, have wrought them.

HYMN XXX. Indra.1. WHERE is that Hero? Who hath looked on Indra borne on light-rolling car by Tawny Coursers,Who, Thunderer, seeks with wealth the Soma-presser, and to his house goes, much-invoked, to aid him?2 I have beheld his strong and secret dwelling, longing have sought the Founder's habitation.I asked of others, and they said in answer, May we, awakened men, attain to Indra.3 We will tell, Indra, when we pour libation, what mighty deeds thou hast performed to please us.Let him who knows not learn, who knows them listen: hither rides Maghavan with all his army.4 Indra, when born, thou madest firm thy spirit: alone thou seekest war to fight with many.With might thou clavest e’en the rock asunder, and foundest out the stable of the Milch-kine.5 When thou wast born supremest at a distance, bearing a name renowned in far-off regions,Since then e’en Gods have been afraid of Indra: he conquered all the floods which served the Dāsa.6 These blissful Maruts sing their psalm to praise thee, and pour to thee libation of the Soma.Indra with wondrous powers subdued the Dragon, the guileful lurker who beset the waters.7 Thou, Maghavan, from the first didst scatter foemen, speeding, while joying in the milk, the Giver.There, seeking man's prosperity, thou torest away the head of Namuci the Dāsa.8 Pounding the head of Namuci the Dāsa, me, too thou madest thine associate, Indra!Yea, and the rolling stone that is in heaven both worlds, as on a car, brought to the Maruts.9 Women for weapons hath the Dāsa taken, What injury can his feeble armies To me?Well he distinguished his two different voices, and Indra then advanced to fight the Dasyu.10 Divided from their calves the Cows went lowing around, on every side, hither and thither.These Indra re-united with his helpers, what time the well-pressed Soma made him joyful.11 What time the Somas mixed by Babhru cheered him, loud the Steer bellowed in his habitations.So Indra drank thereof, the Fort-destroyer, and gave him guerdon, in return, of milch-kine.12 This good deed have the Rusamas done, Agni! that they have granted me four thousand cattle.We have received Rnancaya's wealth, of heroes the most heroic, which was freely offered.13 The Rusamas, O Agni, sent me homeward with fair adornment and with kine in thousands.The strong libations have made Indra joyful, when night, whose course was ending, changed to morning.14 Night, well-nigh ended, at Rnancaya's coming, King of the Rusamas, was changed to morning.Like a strong courser, fleet of foot, urged onward, Babhru hath gained four thousand as his guerdon.15 We have received four thousand head of cattle presented by the Rusamas, O Agni.And we, the singers, have received the caldron of metal which was heated for Pravargya.

HYMN XXXI. Indra.1. MAGHAVAN Indra turns his chariot downward, the strength-displaying car which he hath mounted.Even as a herdsman driveth forth his cattle, he goeth, first, uninjured, fain for treasure.2. Haste to us, Lord of Bays; be not ungracious: visit us, lover of gold-hued oblation.There is naught else better than thou art, Indra: e’en to the wifeless hast thou given spouses.3 When out of strength arose the strength that conquers, Indra displayed all powers that he possesses.Forth from the cave he drove the milky mothers, and with the light laid bare investing darkness.4. Anus have wrought a chariot for thy Courser, and Tvaṣṭar, Much-invoked! thy bolt that glitters.The Brahmans with their songs exalting Indra increased his strength that he might slaughter Ahi.5 When heroes sang their laud to thee the Hero, Indra! and stones and Aditi accordant,Without or steed or chariot were the fellies which, sped by Indra, rolled upon the Dasytis.6 I will declare thine exploits wrought aforetime, and, Maghavan, thy deeds of late achievement,When, Lord of Might, thou sunderedst earth and heaven, winning for man the moistly-gleaming waters.7 This is thy deed, e’en this, Wonderful! Singer! that, slaying Ahi, here thy strength thou showedst,Didst check and stay e’en gusna's wiles and magic, and, drawing nigh, didst chase away the Dasytis.8 Thou, Indra, on the farther bank forYadu and Turvaga didst stay the gushing waters.Ye both assailed the fierce: thou barest Kutsa: when Gods and Uśanā came to you together.9 Let the steeds bring you both, Indra and Kutsa, borne on the chariot within hearing-distance.Ye blew him from the waters, from his dwelling, and chased the darkness from the noble's spirit.10 Even this sage hath come looking for succour even to Vāta's docile harnessed horses.Here are the Maruts, all, thy dear companions: prayers have increased thy power and might, O Indra.11 When night was near its close he carried forward e’en the Sun's chariot backward in its running.Etaga brought his wheel and firmly stays it: setting it eastward he shall give us courage.12 This Indra, O ye men, hath come to see you, seeking a friend who hath expressed the Soma.The creaking stone is laid upon the altar, and the Adhvaryus come to turn it quickly.13 Let mortals who were happy still be happy; let them not come to sorrow, O Immortal.Love thou the pious, and to these thy people-with whom may we be numbered-give thou vigour.

HYMN XXXII. Indra.1ṬHE well thou clavest, settest free the fountains, and gavest rest to floods that were obstructed.Thou, Indra, laying the great mountain open, slaying the Dānava, didst loose the torrents.2 The fountain-depths obstructed in their seasons, thou, Thunderer! madest flow, the mountain's udder.Strong Indra, thou by slaying e’en the Dragon that lay extended there hast shown thy vigour.3 Indra with violence smote down the weapon,yea, even of that wild and mighty creature.Although he deemed himself alone unequalled, another had been born e’en yet more potent.4 Him, whom the heavenly food of these delighted, child of the mist, strong waxing, couched in darkness,Him the bolt-hurling Thunderer with his lightning smote down and slew, the Dānava's wrath-fire, Śuṣṇa.5 Though he might ne’er be wounded still his vitals felt that, the God's bolt, which his powers supported,When, after offered draughts, Strong Lord, thou laidest him, fain to battle, in the pit in darkness.6 Him as he lay there huge in length extended, still waxing in the gloom which no sun lightened,Him, after loud-voiced threats, the Hero Indra, rejoicing in the poured libation, slaughtered.7 When 'gainst the mighty Dānava his weapon Indra uplifted, power which none could combat,When at the hurling of his bolt he smote him, he made him lower than all living creatures.8 The fierce God seized that huge and restless coiler, insatiate, drinker of the sweets, recumbent,And with his mighty weapon in his dwelling smote down the footless evil-speaking ogre.9 Who may arrest his strength or cheek his vigour? Alone, resistless, he bears off all riches.Even these Twain, these Goddesses, through terror of Indra's might, retire from his dominion.10 E’en the Celestial Axe bows down before him, and the Earth, lover-like, gives way to Indra.As he imparts all vigour to these people, straightway the folk bend them to him the Godlike.11 I hear that thou wast born sole Lord of heroes of the Five Races, famed among the people.As such my wishes have most lately grasped him, invoking Indra both at eve and morning.12 So, too, I hear of thee as in due season urging to action and enriching singers.What have thy friends received from thee, the Brahmans who, faithful, rest their hopes on thee, O Indra?

HYMN XXXIII. Indra.1. GREAT praise to Indra, great and strong mid heroes, I ponder thus, the feeble to the Mighty,Who with his band shows favour to this people, when lauded, in the fight where spoil is gathered.2 So made attentive by our hymns, Steer! Indra! thou fastenedst the girth of thy Bay Coursers,Which, Maghavan, at thy will thou drivest hither. With these subdue for us the men who hate us.3 They were not turned to us-wtrd, lofty Indra! while yet through lack of prayer they stood unharnessed.Ascend this chariot, thou whose hand wields thunder, and draw the rein, O Lord of noble horses.4 Thou, because many lauds are thine, O Indra, wast active warring in the fieldsfor cattle.For Sūrya in his own abode thou, Hero, formedst in fights even a Dāsa's nature.5 Thine are we, Indra; thine are all these people, conscious of might, whose cars are set in motion.Some hero come to us, O Strong as Ahi beauteous in war, to be invoked like Bhaga.6 Strength much to be desired is in thee, Indra: the Immortal dances forth his hero exploits.Such, Lord of Treasure, give us splendid riches. I praise the Friend's gift, his whose wealth is mighty.7 Thus favour us, O Indra, with ihy succour; Hero, protect the bards who sing thy praises.Be friendly in the fray to those who offer the skin of beautiful and well-pressed Soma.8 And these ten steeds which Trasadasyu gives me, the goldrich chief, the son of Purukutsa,Resplendent in their brightness shall convey me. Gairiksita willed it and so came I hither.9 And these, bestowed as sacrificial guerdon, the powerful tawny steeds of Marutasva;And thousands which kind Cyavatana gave me, abundantly bestowed for my adornment.10 And these commended horses, bright and active, by Dhvanya son of Laksmana presented,Came unto me, as cows into the Ṛṣi Samvarana's stall, with magnitude of riches.

HYMN XXXIV. Indra.1. BOUNDLESS and wasting not, the heavenly food of Gods goes to the foeless One, doer of wondrous deeds.Press out, make ready, offer gifts with special zeal to him whom many laud, accepter of the prayer.2 He who filled full his belly with the Soma's juice, Maghavan, was delighted with the meath's sweet draught,When Uśanā, that he might slay the monstrous beast, gave him the mighty weapon with a thousand points.3 Illustrious is the man whoever presseth out Soma for him in sunshine or in cloud and rain.The mighty Maghavan who is the sage's Friend advanceth more and more his beauteous progeny.4 The Strong God doth not flee away from him whose sire, whose mother or whose brother he hath done to death.He, the Avenger, seeketh this man's offered gifts: this God, the source of riches, doth not flee from sin.5 He seeks no enterprise with five or ten to aid, nor stays with him who pours no juice though prospering well.The Shaker conquers or slays in this way or that, and to the pious gives a stable full of kine.6 Exceeding strong in war he stays the chariot wheel, and, hating him who pours not, prospers him who pours.Indra the terrible, tamer of every man, as Ārya leads away the Dāsa at his will.7 He gathers up for plunder all the niggard’s gear: excellent wealth he gives to him who offers gifts.Not even in wide stronghold may all the folk stand firm who have provoked to anger his surpassing might.8 When Indra Maghavan hath marked two wealthy men fighting for beauteous cows with all their followers,He who stirs all things takes one as his close ally, and, Shaker, with his Heroes, sends the kine to him.9 Agni! I laud the liberal Agnivesi, Satri the type and standard of the pious.May the collected waters yield him plenty, and his be powerful and bright dominion.

HYMN XXXV. Indra.1. INDRA, for our assistance bring that most effectual power of thine,Which conquers men for us, and wins the spoil, invincible in fight.2 Indra, whatever aids be thine, four be they, or, O Hero, three,Or those of the Five Tribes of men, bring quickly all that help to us.3 The aid most excellent of thee the Mightiest hitherward we call,For thou wast born with hero might, conquering, Indra, with the Strong.4 Mighty to prosper us wast thou born, and mighty is the strength thou hast.In native power thy soul is firm: thy valour, Indra, slays a host.5 O Śatakratu, Lord of Strength, O Indra, Caster of the Stone.With all thy chariot's force assail the man who shows himself thy foe.6 For, Mightiest Vṛtra-slayer, thee, fierce, foremost among many, folkWhose sacred grass is trimmed invite to battle where the spoil is won.7 Indra, do thou protect our car that mingles foremost in the fights,That bears its part in every fray, invincible and seeking spoil.8 Come to us, Indra, and protect our car with thine intelligence.May we, O Mightiest One, obtain excellent fame at break of day, and meditate our hymn at dawn.

HYMN XXXVI. Indra.1. MAY Indra come to us, he who knows rightly to give forth treasures from his store of riches.Even as a thirsty steer who roams the deserts may he drink eagerly the milked-out Soma.2 Lord of Bay Horses, Hero, may the Soma rise to thy cheeks and jaws like mountain-ridges.May we, O King, as he who driveth coursers, all joy in thee with hymns, invoked of many!3 Invoked of many, Caster of the Stone my heart quakes like a rolling wheel for fear of penury.Shall not Puruvasu the singer give thee praise, O ever-prospering Maghavan, mounted on thy car?4 Like the press-stone is this thy praiser, Indra. Loudly he lifts his voice with strong endeavour.With thy left hand, O Maghavan, give us riches: with thy right, Lord of Bays, be not reluctant.5 May the strong Heaven make thee the Strong wax stronger: Strong, thou art borne by thy two strong Bay Horses.So, fair of cheek, with mighty chariot, mighty, uphold us, strong-willed, thunderarmed, in battle.6 Maruts, let all the people in obeisance bow down before this youthful Srutaratha,Who, rich in steeds, gave me two dark red horses together with three hundred head of cattle.

HYMN XXXVII. Indra.1. BEDEWED with holy oil and meetly worshipped, the Swift One vies with Sūrya's beam in splendour.For him may mornings dawn without cessation who saith, Let us press Soma out for Indra.2 With kindled fire and strewn grass let him worship, and, Soma-presser, sing with stones adjusted:And let the priest whose press-stones ring forth loudly, go down with his oblation to the river.3 This wife is coming near who loves her husband who carries to his home a vigorous consort.Here may his car seek fame, here loudly thunder, and his wheel make a thousand revolutions.4 No troubles vex that King in whose home Indra drinks the sharp Soma juice with milk commingled.With heroes he drives near, he slays the foeman: Blest, cherishing that name, he guards his people.5 May he support in peace and win in battle: he masters both the hosts that meet together.Dear shall he be to Sūrya, dear to Agni, who with pressed Soma offers gifts to India.

HYMN XXXVIII. Indra.1. WIDE, Indra Śatakratu, spreads the bounty of thine ample grace:So, Lord of fair dominion, Friend of all men, give us splendid wealth.2 The food which, Mightiest Indra, thou possessest worthy of renownIs bruited as most widely famed, invincible, O Golden-hued!3 O Darter of the Stone, the powers which readily obey thy will,—Divinities, both thou and they, ye rule, to guard them, earth and heaven.4 And from whatever power of thine, O Vṛtra-slayer, it may be,Bring thou to us heroic strength: thou hast a man's regard for us.5 In thy protection, with these aids of thine, O Lord of Hundred Powers,Indra, may we be guarded well, Hero, may we be guarded well.

HYMN XXXIX. Indra.1. STONE-DARTING Indra. Wondrous One, what wealth is richly given from thee,That bounty, Treasure-Finder! bring filling both thy hands, to us.2 Bring what thou deemest worth the wish, O Indra, that which is in heaven.So may we know thee as thou art, boundless in thy munificence.3 Thy lofty spirit, far-renowned as fain to give and prompt to win,—With this thou rendest e’en the firm, Stone-Darter! so to gain thee strength.4 Singers with many songs have made Indra propitious to their fame,Him who is King of human kind, most liberal of your wealthy ones.5 To him, to Indra must be sung the poet's word, the hymn of praise.To him, accepter of the prayer, the Atris raise their songs on high, the Atris beautify their songs.

HYMN XL. Indra. Sūrya. Atri.1. COME thou to what the stones have pressed, drink Soma, O thou Soma's Lord,Indra best Vṛtra-slayer Strong One, with the Strong.2 Strong is the stone, the draught is strong, strong is this Soma that is pressed,Indra, best Vṛtra-slayer, Strong One with the Strong.3 As strong I call on thee the Strong, O Thunder-armed, with various aids,Indra, best Vṛtra-slayer, Strong One with the Strong.4 Impetuous, Thunderer, Strong, quelling the mighty, King, potent, Vṛtra-slayer, Soma-drinker,May he come hither with his yoked Bay Horses; may Indra gladden him at the noon libation.5 O Sūrya, when the Asura's descendant Svarbhanu, pierced thee through and through with darkness,All creatures looked like one who is bewildered, who knoweth not the place where he is standing.6 What time thou smotest down Svarbhanu's magic that spread itself beneath the sky, O Indra,By his fourth sacred prayer Atri disoovered Sūrya concealed in gloom that stayed his function.7 Let not the oppressor with this dread, through anger swallow me up, for I am thine, O Atri.Mitra art thou, the sender of true blessings: thou and King Varuṇa be both my helpers.8 The Brahman Atri, as he set the press-stones, serving the Gods with praise and adoration,Established in the heaven the eye of Sūrya, and caused Svarbhanu's magic arts to vanish.9 The Atris found the Sun again, him whom Svarbhanu of the broodOf Asuras had pierced with gloom. This none besides had power to do.

HYMN XLI. Viśvedevas1. WHO, Mitra-Varuṇa, is your pious servant to give you gifts from earth or mighty heaven?Preserve us in the seat of holy Order, and give the offerer power that winneth cattle.2 May Mitra, Varuṇa, Aryaman, and Āyu, Indra Ṛbhukṣan, and the Maruts, love us,And they who of one mind with bounteous Rudra accept the hymn and laud with adorations.3 You will I call to feed the car-horse, Aśvins, with the wind's flight swiftest of those who travel:Or also to the Asura of heaven, Worshipful, bring a hymn as ’twere libation.4 The heavenly Victor, he whose priest is Kaṇva, Tṛta with Dyaus accordant, Vāta, Agni,All-feeding Pūṣan, Bhaga sought the oblation, as they whose steeds are fleetest seek the contest.5 Bring ye your riches forward borne on horses: let thought be framed for help and gain of treasure.Blest he the priest of Auśija through courses, the courses which are yours the fleet, O Maruts.6 Bring hither him who yokes the car, your Vāyu, who praises with his songs, the God and Singer;And, praying and devout, noble and prudent, may the Gods’ Spouses in their thoughts retain us.7 I speed to you with powers that should be honoured, with songs distinguishing Heaven's mighty Daughters,Morning and Night, the Two, as ’twere all-knowing: these bring the sacrifice unto the mortal.8 You I extol, the nourishers of heroes bringing you gifts, Vastospati and Tvaṣṭar-Rich Dhiṣaṇā accords through our obeisance - andTrees and Plants, for the swift gain of riches.9 Ours be the Parvatas, even they, for offspring, free-moving, who are Heroes like the Vasus.May holy Āptya, Friend of man, exalted, strengthen our word for ever and be near us.10 Tṛta praised him, germ of the earthly hero, with pure songs him the Offspring of the Waters.Agn; with might neighs loudly like a charger: he of the flaming hair destroys the forests.11 How shall we speak to the great might of Rudra? How speak to Bhaga who takes thought for riches?May Plants, the Waters, and the Sky preserve us, and Woods and Mountains with their trees for tresses.12 May the swift Wanderer, Lord of refreshments listen to our songs, who speeds throuih cloudy heaven:And may the Waters, bright like castles, hear us, as they flow onward from the cloven mountain.13 We know your ways, ye Mighty Ones receiving choice meed, ye Wonderful, we will proclaim it.Even strong birds descend not to the mortal who strives to reach them with swift blow and weapons.14 Celestial and terrestrial generations, and Waters will I summon to the feasting.May days with bright dawns cause my songs to prosper, and may the conquered streams increase their waters.15 Duly to each one hath my laud been offered. Strong be Varūtrī with her powers to succour.May the great Mother Rasā here befriend us, straight-handed, with the princes, striving forward.16 How may we serve the Liberal Ones with worship, the Maruts swift of course in invocation, the Maruts far-renowned in invocation?Let not the Dragon of the Deep annoy us, and gladly may he welcome our addresses.17 Thus thinking, O ye Gods, the mortal wins you to give him increase of his herds of cattle: the mortal wins him, O ye Gods, your favour.Here he wins wholesome food to feed this body: as for mine old age, Nirrti consume it18 O Gods, may we obtain from you this favour, strengthening food through the Cow's praise, ye Vasus.May she who gives good gifts, the gracious Goddes. s, come speeding nigh to us for our well-being.19 May Iḷā, Mother of the herds of cattle, and Urvasi with all the streams accept us;May Urvasi in lofty heaven accepting, as she partakes the oblation of the living,20 Visit us while she shares Urjavya's food.

HYMN XLII. Viśvedevas.1. Now may our sweetest song with deep devotion reach Varuṇa, Mitra, Aditi, and Bhaga.May the Five Priests' Lord, dwelling in oblations, bliss-giving Asura, hear, whose paths are open.2 May Aditi welcome, even as a mother her dear heart-gladdening son, my song that lauds her.The prayer they love, bliss-giving, God-appointed, I offer unto Varuṇa and Mitra.3 In spirit him, the Sagest of the Sages; with sacrificial oil and meath bedew him So then let him, God Savitar, provide us excellent, ready, and resplendent treasures.4 With willing mind, Indra, vouchsafe us cattle, prosperity, Lord of Bays! and pious patrons;And, with the sacred prayer by Gods appointed, give us the holy Deities' lovingkindness.5 God Bhaga, Savitar who deals forth riches, Indra, and they who conquer Vṛtra's treasures,And Vāja and Ṛbhukṣan and Purandhi, the Mighty and Immortal Ones, protect us!6 Let us declare his deeds, the undecaying unrivalled Victor whom the Maruts follow.None of old times, O Maghavan, nor later, none of these days hath reached thy hero prowess.7 Praise him the Chief who gives the boon of riches, Bṛhaspati distributor of treasures,Who, blessing most the man who sings and praises, comes with abundant wealth to his invoker.8 Tended, Bṛhaspati, with thy protections, the princes are unharmed and girt by heroes.Wealth that brings bliss is found among the givers of horses and of cattle and of raiment.9 Make their wealth flee who, through our hymns enjoying their riches, yield us not an ample guerdon.Far from the sun keep those who hate devotion, the godless, prospering in their vocation.10 With wheelless chariots drive down him, O Maruts, who at the feasts of Gods regards the demons.May he, though bathed in sweat, form empty wishes, who blames his sacred rite who toils to serve you.11 Praise him whose bow is strong and sure his arrow, him who is Lord of every balm that bealeth.Worship thou Rudra for his great good favour: adore the Asura, God, with salutations.12 May the House-friends, the cunning-handed Artists, may the Steer's Wives, the streams carved out by Vibhvan,And may the fair Ones honour and befriend us, Sarasvatī, Brhaddiva, and Rākā.13 My newest song, thought that now springs within me, I offer to the Great, the Sure Protector,Who made for us this All, in fond love laying each varied form within his Daughter's bosom.14 Now, even now, may thy fair praise, O Singer, attain Idaspati who roars and thunders,Who, rich in clouds and waters with his lightning speeds forth bedewing both the earth and heaven.15 May this my laud attain the troop of Maruts, those who are youths in act, the Sons of Rudra.The wish calls me to riches and well-being: praise the unwearied Ones whose steeds are dappled.16 May this my laud reach earth and air's mid-region, and forest trees and plants to win me riches.May every Deity be swift to listen, and Mother Earth with no ill thought regard me.17 Gods, may we dwell in free untroubled bliss.18 May we obtain the Aśvins' newest favour, and gain their health-bestowing happy guidance.Bring riches hither unto us, and heroes, and all felicity and joy, Immortals!

HYMN XLIII. Viśvedevas.1. MAY the Milch-cows who hasten to their object come harmless unto us with liquid sweetness.The Singer, lauding, calls, for ample riches, the Seven Mighty Ones who bring enjoyment.2 With reverence and fair praise will I bring hither, for sake of strength, exhaustless Earth and Heaven.Father and Mother, sweetof speech, fairhanded, may they, far-famed, in every fight protect us.3 Adhvaryus, make the sweet libations ready, and bring the beautiful bright juice to Vāyu.God, as our Priest, be thou the first to drink it: we give thee of the mead to make thee joyful.4 Two arms-the Soma's dexterous immo. lators-and the ten fingers set and fix the press-stone.The stalk hath poured, fair with its spreading branches, the mead's bright glittering juice that dwells on mountains.5 The Soma hath been pressed for thee, its lover, to give thee power and might and high enjoyment.Invoked, turn hither in thy car, O Indra, at need, thy two well-trained and dear Bay Horses.6 Bring by God-traversed paths, accordant, Agni, the great Aramati, Celestial Lady,Exalted, worshipped with our gifts and homage, who knoweth holy Law, to drink sweet Soma.7 As on his father's lap the son, the darling, so on the fire is set the sacred caldron,Which holy singers deck, as if extending and heating that which holds the fatty membrane.8 Hither, as herald to invite the Aśvins, come the great lofty song, most sweet and pleasant!Come in one car, joy-givers! to the banquet, like the bolt binding pole and nave, come hither.9 I have declared this speech of adoration to mightiest Pūṣan and victorious Vāyu,Who by their bounty are the hymns' inspirers, and of themselves give power as a possession.10 Invoked by us bring hither, jatavedas the Maruts all under their names and figures.Come to the sacrifice with aid all Maruts, all to the songs and praises of the singer!11 From high heaven may Sarasvatī the Holy visit our sacrifice, and from the mountain.Eager, propitious, may the balmy Goddess hear our effectual speech, our invocation.12 Set in his seat the God whose back is dusky, Bṛhaspati the lofty, the Disposer.Him let us worship, set within the dwelling, the red, the golden-hued, the allresplendent.13 May the Sustainer, high in heaven, come hither, the Bounteous One, invoked, with all his favours,Dweller with Dames divine, with plants, unwearied, the Steer with triple horn, the life-bestower.14 The tuneful eloquent priests of him who liveth have sought the Mother's bright and loftiest station.As living men, with offered gifts and homage they deck the most auspicious Child to clothe him.15 Agni, great vital power is thine, the mighty: pairs waxing old in their devotion seek thee.May every Deity be swift to listen, and Mother Earth with no ill thought regard me.16 Gods, may we dwell in free untroubled bliss.17 May we obtain the Aśvins' newest favour, and gain their health-bestowing happy guidance.Bring riches hither unto us, and heroes, and all felicity and joy, Immortals!

HYMN XLIV. Viśvedevas.1. As in the first old times, as all were wont, as now, he draweth forth the power turned hitherward with song,The Princedom throned on holy grass, who findeth light, swift, conquering in the' plants wherein he waxeth strong.2 Shining to him who leaves heaven's regions undisturbed, which to his sheen who is beneath show fair in light,Good guardian art thou, not to be deceived, Most Wise! Far from deceits thy name dwelleth in holy Law.3 Truth waits upon oblation present and to come: naught checks him in his way, this vic tory- bringing Priest:The Mighty Child who glides along the sacred grass, the undecaying Youth set in the midst of plants.4 These come, well-yoked, to you for furtherance in the rite: down come the twinborn strengtheners of Law for him,With reins easily guided and commanding all. In the deep fall the hide stealeth away their names.5 Thou, moving beauteously in visibly pregnant ones, snatching with trees the branching plant that grasps the juice,Shinest, true Singer! mid the upholders of the voice. Increase thy Consorts thou, lively at sacrifice.6 Like as he is beheld such is he said to be.They with effectual splendour in the floods have madeEarth yield us room enough and amply wide extent, great might invincible, with store of hero sons.7 Sūrya the Sage, as if unwedded, with a Spouse, in battle-loving spirit moveth o’er the foes.May he, self-excellent, grant us a sheltering home, a house that wards the fierce heat off on every side.8 Thy name, sung forth by Ṛṣis in these hymns of ours, goes to the loftier One with this swift mover's light.By skill he wins the boon whereon his heart is set: he who bestirs himself shall bring the thing to pass.9 The chief and best of these abideth in the sea, nor doth libation fail wherein it is prolonged.The heart of him who praiseth trembleth not in fear there where the hymn is found connected with the pure.10 For it is he: with though to of Ksatra, Manasa, of Yajata, and Sadhri, and Evavada,With Avatsara's sweet songs will we strive to win the mightiest strength which even he who knows should gain.11 The Hawk is their full source, girth-stretching rapturous drink of Visvavara, of Mayin, and Yajata.They ever seek a fresh draught so that they may come, know when thy time to halt and drink thy fill is near.12 Sadaprna the holy, Tarya, Srutavit, and Bahuvrkta, joined with you, have slain the foes.He gains his wish in both the worlds and brightly shines-when he adores the host with well-advancing steeds.13 The worshipper's defender is Sutambhara, producer and uplifter of all holy thoughts.The milch-cow brought, sweet-flavoured milk was dealt around. Who speaks the bidding text knows this, not he who sleeps.11 The sacred hymns love him who wakes and watches: to him who watches come the Sāma verses.This Soma saith unto the man who watches, I rest and have my dwelling in thy friendship.15 Agni is watchful, and the gcas love him; Agni is watchful, Sāma verses seek him.Agni is watchful, to him saith this Soma, I rest and have my dwelling in thy friendship.

HYMN XLV. Viśvedevas.1. BARDS of approaching Dawn who know the heavens are come with hymns to throw the mountain open.The Sun hath risen and oped the stable portals: the doors of men, too, hath the God thrown open.2 Sūrya hath spread his light as splendour: hither came the Cows' Mother, conscious, from the stable,To streams that flow with biting waves to deserts; and heaven is stablished like a firm-set pillar.3 This laud hath won the burden of the mountain. To aid the ancient birth of mighty watersThe mountain parted, Heaven performed his office. The worshippers were worn with constant serving.4 With hymns and God-loved words will I invoke you, Indra and Agni, to obtain your favour,For verily sages, skilled in sacrificing, worship the Maruts and with lauds invite them.5 This day approach us: may our thoughts be holy, far from us let us cast away misfortune.Let us keep those who hate us at a distance, and haste to meet the man who sacrifices.6 Come, let us carry out, O friends, the purpose wherewith the Mother threw the Cow's stall open,That wherewith Manu conquered Visisipra, wherewith the wandering merchant gained heaven's water.7 Here, urged by hands, loudly hath rung the press-stone wherewith Navagvas through ten months sang praises.Saramā went aright and found the cattle. Aṅgiras gave effect to all their labours.8 When at the dawning of this mighty Goddess, Aṅgirases all sang forth with the cattle,—Their spring is in the loftiest place of meeting,—Saramā found the kine by Order's pathway.9 Borne by his Coursers Seven may Sūrya visit the field that spreadeth wide for his long journey.Down on the Soma swooped the rapid Falcon. Bright was the young Sage moving mid his cattle.10 Sūrya hath mounted to the shining ocean when he hath yoked his fair-backed Tawny Horses.The wise have drawn him like a ship through water: the floods obedient have descended hither.11 I lay upon the Floods your hymn, lightwinning, wherewith Navagvas their ten months completed.Through this our hymn may we have Gods to guard us: through this our hymn pass safe beyond affliction.

HYMN XLVI. Viśvedevas.1. WELL knowing I have bound me, horselike, to the pole: I carry that which bears as on and gives us help.I seek for no release, no turning back therefrom. May he who knows the way, the Leader, guide me straight.2 O Agni, Indra, Varuṇa, and Mitra, give, O ye Gods, and Marut host, and Viṣṇu.May both Nāsatyas, Rudra, heavenly Matrons, Pūṣan, Sarasvatī, Bhaga, accept us.3 Indra and Agni, Mitra, Varuṇa, Aditi, the Waters, Mountains, Maruts, Sky, and Earth and Heaven,Viṣṇu I call, Pūṣan, and Brahmaṇaspati, and Bhaga, Samsa, Savitar that they may help.4 May Viṣṇu also and Vāta who injures none, and Soma granter of possessions give us joy;And may the Ṛbhus and the Aśvins, Tvaṣṭar and Vibhvan remember us so that we may have wealth.5 So may the band of Maruts dwelling in the sky, the holy, come to us to sit on sacred grass;Bṛhaspati and Pūṣan grant us sure defence, Varuṇa, Mitra, Aryaman guard and shelter us.6 And may the Mountains famed in noble eulogies, and the fair-gleaming Rivers keep us safe from harm.May Bhaga the Dispenser come with power and grace, and far-pervading Aditi listen to my call.7 May the Gods’ Spouses aid us of their own freewill, aid us to offspring and the winning of the spoil.Grant us protection, O ye gracious Goddesses, ye who are on the earth or in the waters' realm.8 May the Dames, wives of Gods, enjoy our presents, Rat, Aśvini, Agnāyī, and Indrāṇī.May Rodasī and Varuṇānī hear us, and Goddesses come at the Matrons' season.

HYMN XLVII. Viśvedevas.1. URGING to toil and making proclamation, seeking Heaven's Daughter comes the Mighty Mother:She comes, the youthful Hymn, unto the Fathers, inviting to her home and loudly calling.2 Swift in their motion, hasting to their duty, reaching the central point of life immortal,On every side about the earth and heaven go forth the spacious paths without a limit.3 Steer, Sea, Red Bird with strong wings, he hath entered the dwelling-place of the Primeval Father.A gay-hued Stone set in the midst of heaven, he hath gone forth and guards mid-air's two limits.4 Four bear him up and give him rest and quiet, and ten invigorate the Babe for travel.His kine most excellent, of threefold nature, pass swiftly round the boundaries of heaven.5 Wondrous, O people, is the mystic knowledge that while the waters stand the streams are flowing:That, separate from his Mother, Two support him, closely-united, twins, here made apparent.6 For him they lenghten prayers and acts of worship: the Mothers weave garments for him their offspring.Rejoicing, for the Steer's impregning contact, his Spouses move on paths or heaven to meet him.7 Be this our praise, O Varuṇa and Mitra may this be health and force to us, O Agni.May we obtain firm ground and room for resting: Glory to Heaven, the lofty habitation!

HYMN XLVIII. Viśvedevas.1. WHAT may we meditate for the beloved Power, mighty in native strength and glorious in itself,Which as a magic energy seeking waters spreads even to theimmeasurable middle region's cloud?2 O'er all the region with their uniform advance these have spread out the lore that giveth heroes strength.Back, with their course reversed, the others pass away: the pious lengthens life with those that are before.3 With pressing-stones and with the bright beams of the day he hurls his broadest bolt against the Guileful One.Even he whose hundred wander in his own abode, driving the days afar and bringing them again.4 I, to enjoy the beauty of his form, behold that rapid rush of his as ’twere an axe's edge,What time he gives the man who calls on him in fight wealth like a dwelling-house filled full with store of food.5 Four-faced and nobly clad, Varuṇa, urging on the pious to his task, stirs himself with the tongue.Naught by our human nature do we know of him, him from whom Bhaga Savitar bestows the boon.

HYMN XLIX. Viśvedevas.1. THIS day I bring God Savitar to meet you, and Bhaga who allots the wealth of mortals.You, Aśvins, Heroes rich in treasures, daily seeking your friendship fain would I turn hither.2 Knowing full well the Asura's time of coming, worship God Savitar with hymns and praises.Let him who rightly knoweth speak with homage to him who dealeth out man's noblest treasure.3 Not for reward doth Pūṣan send his blessings, Bhaga, or Aditi: his garb is splendour.May Indra, Visniu, Varuṇa, Mitra, Agni produce auspicious days, the Wonder-Workers.4 Sending the shelter which we ask, the foeless Savitar and the Rivers shall approach us.When I, the sacrifice's priest, invite them, may we he lords of wealth and rich possessions.5 They who devote such worship to the Vasus, singing their hymns to Varuṇa and Mitra,Vouchsafe them ample room, far off be danger. Through grace of Heaven and Earth may we be happy.

HYMN L. Viśvedevas.1. LET every mortal man elect the friendship of the guiding God.Each one solicits him for wealth and seeks renown to prosper him.2 These, leading God, are thine, and these here ready to speak after us.As such may we attain to wealth and wait with services on thee.3 So further honour as our guests the Hero Gods and then the Dames.May he remove and keep afar our foes and all who block our path.4 Where fire is set, and swiftly runs the victim dwelling in the trough,He wins, with heroes in his home, friendly to man, like constant streams.5 May these thy riches, Leader God! that rule the car, be blest to us,Yea, blest to us for wealth and weal. This will we ponder praising strength, this ponder as we praise the God.

HYMN LI. Viśvedevas.1. WITH all assistants, Agni, come hither to drink the Soma-juice;With Gods unto our sacred gifts.2 Come to the sacrifice, O ye whose ways are right, whose laws are true,And drink the draught with Agni's tongue.3 O Singer, with the singers, O Gracious, with those who move at dawn,Come to the Soma-draught with Gods.4 To Indra and to Vāyu dear, this Soma, by the mortar pressed,Is now poured forth to fill the jar.5 Vāyu, come hither to the feast, wellpleased unto our sacred gifts:Drink of the Soma juice effused come to the food.6 Ye, Indra, Vāyu, well deserve to drink the juices pressed by us.Gladly accept them, spotless Pair come to the food.7 For Indra and for Vāyu pressed are Soma juices blent with curd,As rivers to the lowland flow: come to the food.8 Associate with all the Gods, come, with the Aśvins and with Dawn,Agni, as erst with Atri, so enjoy the juice.9 Associate with Varuṇa, with Mitra, Soma, Viṣṇu, come,Agni, as erstwith Atri, so enjoy the juice.10 Associate with Vasus, with Ādityas, Indra, Viyu, come, Agni as erst with Atri, so enjoy the juice.11 May Bhaga and the Aśvins grant us health and wealth, and Goddess Adid and he whom none resist.The Asura Pūṣan grant us all prosperity, and Heaven and Earth most wise vouchsafe us happiness.12 Let us solicit Vāyu for prosperity, and Soma who is Lord of all the world for weal;For weal Bṛhaspati with all his company. May the Ādityas bring us health and happiness.13 May all the Gods, may Agni the beneficent, God of all men, this day be with us for our weal.Help us the Ṛbhus, the Divine Ones, for our good. May Rudra bless and keep us from calamity.14 Prosper us, Mitra, Varuṇa. O wealthy Pathya, prosper us.Indra and Agni, prosper us; prosper us thou, O Aditi.15 Like Sun and Moon may we pursue in full prosperity our path,And meet with one who gives again, -who knows us well and slays us not.

HYMN LII Maruts.1. SING boldly forth, Śyāvāśva, with the Maruts who are loud in song,Who, holy, as their wont is, joy in glory that is free from guile.2 For in their boldness they are friends of firm and sure heroic strength.They in their course, bold-spirited, guard all men of their own accord.3 Like steers in rapid motion they advance and overtake the nights;And thus the Maruts’ power in heaven and on the earth we celebrate.4 With boldness to your Maruts let us offer laud and sacrifice:Who all, through ages of mankind, guard mortal man from injury.5 Praiseworthy, givers of good gifts, Heroes with full and perfect strength -To Maruts, Holy Ones of heaven, will I extol the sacrifice.6 The lofty Heroes cast their spears and weapons bright with gleaming gold.After these Maruts followed close, like laughing lightning from the sky, a splendour of its own accord.7 They who waxed mighty, of the earth, they who are in the wide mid-air,Or in the rivers’ compass, or in the abode of ample heaven.8 Praise thou the Maruts’ company, the valorous and truly strong,The Heroes, hasting, by themselves have yoked their deer for victory.9 Fair-gleaming, on Paruṣṇī they have clothed themselves in robes of wool,And with their chariot tires they cleave the rock asunder in their might.10 Whether as wanderers from the way or speeders on or to the path,Under these names the spreading band tend well the sacrifice for me.11 To this the Heroes well attend, well do their teams attend to this.Visible are their varied forms. Behold, they are Paravatas.12 Hymn-singing, seeking water, they, praising, have danced about the spring.What are they unto me? No thieves, but helpers, splendid to behold.13 Sublime, with lightnings for their spears, Sages and Orderers are they.Ṛṣi, adore that Marut host, and make them happy with thy song.14 Ṛṣi, invite the Marut band with offerings, as a maid her friend.From heaven, too, Bold Ones, in your might haste hither glorified with songs.15 Thinking of these now let him come, as with the escort of the Gods,And with the splendid Princes, famed for rapid courses, to the gifts.16 Princes, who, when I asked their kin, named Pṛśni as their Mother-cow,And the impetuous Rudra they, the Mighty Ones, declared their Sire.17 The mighty ones, the seven times seven, have singly given me hundred gifts.I have obtained on Yamuna famed wealth in kine and wealth in steeds.

HYMN LIII. Maruts.1. Who knows the birth of these, or who lived in the Maruts’ favour in the days of oldWhat time their spotted deer were yoked?2 Who, when they stood upon their cars, hath heard them tell the way they went?Who was the bounteous man to whom their kindred rains flowed down with food of sacrifice?3 To me they told it, and they came with winged steeds radiant to the draught,Youths, Heroes free from spot or stain: Behold us here and praise thou us;4 Who shine self-luminous with ornaments and swords, with breastplates, armlets, and with wreaths,Arrayed on chariots and with bows.5 O swift to pour your bounties down, ye Maruts, with delight I look upon your cars,Like splendours coming through the rain.6 Munificent Heroes, they have cast heaven's treasury down for the worshipper's behoof:They set the storm-cloud free to stream through both the worlds, and rainfloods flow o’er desert spots.7 The bursting streams m billowy flood have spread abroad, like milch-kine, o’er the firmament.Like swift steeds hasting to their journey's resting-place, to every side run glittering brooks.8 Hither, O Maruts, come from heaven, from mid-air, or from near at handTarry not far away from us.9 So let not Rasā, Krumu, or Anitabha, Kubha, or Sindhu hold you back.Let not the watery Sarayti obstruct your way. With us be all the bliss ye give.10 That brilliant gathering of your cars, the company of Maruts, of the Youthful Ones,The rain-showers, speeding on, attend.11 With eulogies and hymns may we follow your army, troop by troop, and band by band,And company by company.12 To what oblation-giver, sprung of noble ancestry, have spedThe Maruts on this course to-day?13 Vouchsafe to us the bounty, that which we implore, through which, for child and progeny,Ye give the seed of corn that wasteth not away, and bliss that reacheth to all life.14 May we in safety pass by those who slander us, leaving behind disgrace and hate.Maruts, may we be there when ye, at dawn, in rest and toil, rain waters down and balm.15 Favoured by Gods shall he the man, O Heroes, Marutr! and possessed of noble sons,Whom ye protect. Such may we be.16 Praise the Free-givers. At this liberal patron's rite they joy like cattle in the mead.So call thou unto them who come as ancient Friends: hymn those who love thee with a song.

HYMN LIV. Maruts.1. THIS hymn will I make for the Marut host who bright in native splendour cast the mountains down.Sing the great strength of those illustrious in renown, who stay the heat, who sacrifice on heights of heaven.2 O Maruts, rich in water, strengtheners of life are your strong bands with harnessed steeds, that wander far.Trita roars out at him who aims the lightning-flash. The waters sweeping round are thundering on their way.3 They gleam with lightning, Heroes, Casters of the Stone, wind-rapid Maruts, overthrowers of the bills,Oft through desire to rain coming with storm of hail, roaring in onset, violent and exceeding strong.4 When, mighty Rudras, through the nights and through the days, when through the sky and realms of air, shakers of all,When over the broad fields ye drive along like ships, e’en to strongholds ye come, Maruts, but are not harmed.5 Maruts, this hero strength and majesty of yours hath, like the Sun, extended o’er a lengthened way,When in your course like deer with splendour unsubdued ye bowed the hill that gives imperishable rain.6 Bright shone your host, ye Sages, Maruts, when ye smote the waving tree as when the worm consumeth it.Accordant, as the eye guides him who walks, have ye led our devotion onward by an easy path.7 Never is he, O Maruts, slain or overcome, never doth he decay ne’er is distressed or harmed;His treasures, his resources, never waste away, whom. whether he be prince or Ṛṣi, ye direct.8 With harnessed team like heroes overcoming troops, the friendly Maruts, laden with their water-casks,Let the spring flow, and when impetuous' they roar they inundate the earth with floods of pleasant meath.9 Free for the Maruts is the earth with sloping ways, free for the rushing Ones is heaven with steep descents.The paths of air's mid-region are precipitous, precipitous the mountains with their running streams.10 When, as the Sun hath risen up, ye take delight, O bounteous radiant Maruts, Heroes of the sky,Your coursers weary not when speeding onṭheir way, and rapidly ye reach the end of this your path.11 Lances are on your shoulders, anklets on your feet, gold chains are on your breasts, gems, Maruts, on your car.Lightnings aglow with flame are flashing in your hands, and visors wroughtof gold are laid upon your heads.12 Maruts, in eager stir ye shake the vault of heaven, splendid beyond conception, for its shining fruit.They gathered when they let their deeds of might flash forth. The Pious Ones send forth a far-resounding shout.13 Sage Maruts, may we be the drivers of the car of riches ful I of life that have been given by you.O Maruts, let that wealth in thousands dwell with us which never vanishes like Tisya from the sky.14 Maruts, ye further wealth with longedfor heroes, further the Ṛṣi skilled in chanted verses.Ye give the Bhārata as his strength, a charger, and ye bestow a king who quickly listens.15 Of you, most swift to succour! I solicit wealth wherewith we may spread forth mid men like as the Sun.Accept, O Maruts, graciously this hymn of mine that we may live a hundred winters through its power.

HYMN LV. Maruts.1. WITH gleaming lances, with their breasts adorned with gold, the Maruts, rushing onward, hold high power of life.They hasten with swift steeds easy to be controlled. Their cars moved onward as they went to victory.2 Ye, as ye wist, have gained of your own selves your power: high, O ye Mighty Ones, and wide ye shine abroad.They with their strength have even measured out the sky.Their cars moved onward as they went to victory.3 Strong, born together, they together have waxed great: the Heroes more and more have grown to majestyResplendent as the Sun's beams in their light are they. Their cars moved onward as they went to victory.4 Maruts, your mightiness deserves to be adored, sight to be longed for like the shining of the Sun.So lead us with your aid to immortality.Their cars moved onward as they went to victory.5 O Maruts, from the Ocean ye uplift the rain, and fraught with vaporous moisture pour the torrents down.Never, ye Wonder-Workers, are your Milch-kine dry. Their cars moved onward as they went to victory.6 When to your car-poles ye have yoked your spotted deer to be your steeds, and put your golden mantles on,O Maruts, ye disperse all enemies abroad. Their cars moved onward as they went to victory.7 Neither the mountains nor the rivers keep you back: whither ye have resolved thither ye, Maruts, go.Ye compass round about even the heaven and earth. Their cars moved onward as they went to victory.Whate’er is ancient, Maruts, what of recent time, whate’er is spoken, Vasus, what is chanted forth,They who take cognizance of all of this are ye. Their cars moved onward as they went to victory.9 Be gracious unto us, ye Maruts, slay us not extend ye unto us shelter of many a sort.Pay due regard unto our friendship and our praise. Their cars moved onward as they went to victory.10 O Maruts, lead us on to higher fortune deliver us, when lauded, from afflictions.Accept, ye Holy Ones, the gifts we bring you. May we be masters of abundant riches.

HYMN LVI. Maruts.1. AGNI, that valorous company adorned with ornaments of gold,The people of the Maruts, I call down to-day even from the luminous realm of heaven.2 Even as thou thinkest in thy heart, thither my wishes also tend.Those who have come most near to thine invoking calls, strengthen them fearful to behold.3 Earth, like a bounteous lady, liberal of her gifts, struck down and shaken, yet exultant, comes to us.Impetuous as a bear, O Maruts, is youi rush terrible as a dreadful bull..4 They who with mighty strength o’erthrow like oxen difficult to yoke,Cause e’en the heavenly stone to shake ' yea, shake the rocky mountain as they race along.5 Rise up! even now with lauds I call the very numerous company,Unequalled, of these Maruts, like a herd of kine, grown up together in their strength.6 Bind to your car the bright red mares, yoke the red coursers to your car.Bind to the pole, to draw, the fleet-foot tawny steeds, the best at drawing, to the pole.7 Yea, and this loudly-neighing bright red vigorous horse who hath been sutioned, fair to see,Let him not cause delay, O Maruts,, in your course, urge ye him onward in your cars.8 The Maruts’ chariot, ever fain to gather glory, we invoke,Which Rodasī hath mounted, bringing pleasant gifts, with Maruts in her company.9 I call that brilliant band of yours, adorable, rapid on the carWhereon the bounteous Dame, auspicious, nobly born, shows glorious with the Marut host.

HYMN LVII. Maruts.1. OF one accord, with Indra, O ye Rudras, come borne on your golden car for our prosperity.An offering from us, this hymn is brought to you, as, unto one who th irsts for water, heavenly springs.2 Armed with your daggers, full of wisdom, armed with spears, armed with your quivers, armed with arrows, with good bows,Good horses and good cars have ye, O Pṛśni's Sons: ye, Maruts, with good weapons go to victory.3 From hills and heaven ye shake wealth for the worshipper: in terror at your coming low the woods bow down.Ye make the earth to tremble, Sons of Pṛśni, when for victory ye have yoked, fierce Ones! your spotted deer.4 Bright with the blasts of wind, wrapped in their robes of rain, like twins of noble aspect and of lovely form,The Maruts, spotless, with steeds tawnyhued and red, strong in their mightiness and spreading wide like heaven.5 Rich in adornment, rich in drops, munificent, bright in their aspect, yielding bounties that endure,Noble by birth, adorned with gold upon their breasts, the Singers of the sky have won immortal fame.6 Borne on both shoulders, O ye Maruts, are your spears: within your arms is laid your energy and 3trength.Bold thoughts are in your heads, your weapons in your cars, all glorious majesty is moulded on your forms.7 Vouchsafe to us, O Maruts, splendid bounty in cattle and in steeds, in cars and heroes.Children of Rudra, give us high distinction: may I enjoy your Godlike help and favour.8 Ho! Maruts, Heroes, skilled in Law, immortal, be gracious unto us, ye rich in treasures,Ye hearers of the truth, ye sage and youthful, grown mighty, dwelling on the lofty mountains.

HYMN LVIII. Maruts.1. Now do I glorify their mighty cohort, the company of these the youthful Maruts,Who ride impetuous on with rapid horses, and radiant in themselves, are Lords of Amṛta.2 The mighty glittering band, arm-bound with bracelets, givers of bliss, unmeasured in their greatness,With magical powers, bountiful, ever-roaring,—these, liberal Heroes, venerate thou singer.3 This day may all your water-bringers, Maruts, they who impel the falling rain, approach us.This fire, O Maruts, hath been duly kindled; let it find favour with you, youthful Sages.4 Ye raise up for the folk an active ruler whom, Holy Ones! a Master's hand hath fashioned.Ye send the fighter hand to hand, armmighty, and the brave hero, Maruts with good horses.5 They spring forth more and more, strong in their glories, like days, like spokes where none are last in order.Highest and mightiest are the Sons of Pṛśni. Firm to their own intention cling the Maruts.6 When ye have hastened on with spotted coursers, O Maruts, on your cars with strong-wrought fellies,The waters are disturbed, the woods are shattered. Let Dyaus the Red Steer send his thunder downward.7 Even Earth hath spread herself wide at their coming, and they as husbands have with power impregned her.They to the pole have yoked the winds for coursers: their sweat have they made rain, these Sons of Rudra.8 Ho! Maruts, Heroes, skilled in Law, immortal, be gracious unto us, ye rich in treasures,Ye hearers of the truth, ye sage and youthful, grown mighty, dwelling on the lofty mountains.

HYMN LIX. Maruts.1. YOUR spy hath called to you to give prosperity. I sing to Heaven and Earth and offer sacrifice.They bathe their steeds and hasten through the firmament: they spread abroad their radiance through the sea of cloud.2 Earth shakes and reels in terror at their onward rush, like a full ship which, quivering, lets the water in.Marked on their ways are they, visible from afar: the Heroes press between in mighty armament.3 As the exalted horn of bulls for splendid might, as the Sun's eye set in the firmament's expanse,Like vigorous horses ye are beauteous to behold, and for your glory show like bridegrooms, O ye Men.4 Who, O ye Maruts, may attain the mighty lore of you the mighty, who may reach your manly deeds?Ye, verily, make earth tremble like a ray of light what time ye bring your boons to give prosperity,5 Like steeds of ruddy colour, scions of one race, as foremost champions they have battled in the van.The Heroes have waxed strong like we.1grown manly youths; with floods of rain they make the Sun's eye fade away,6 Having no eldest and no youngest in their band, no middlomost, preeminent they have waxed in might,These Sons of Pṛśni, sprung of noble ancestry: come hitberward to us, ye bridegrooms of the sky.7 Like birds of air they flew with might in lengthened lines from heaven's high ridges to the borders of the sky.The steeds who carry them, as Gods and mortals know, have caused the waters of the mounuains to desGend.8 May Dyaus, the Infinite, roar for our banquet: may Dawns toil for us, glittering with moisture.Lauded by thee, these Maruts, Sons o Rudra, O Ṛṣi, have sent down the heavenly treasure.

HYMN LX. Maruts.1. I LAUD with reverence the gracious Agni: here may he sit and part our meed among us.As with spoil-seeking cars I bring oblation: turned rightward I will swell the Marut's, praise-song.2 The Maruts, yea, the Rudras, who have mounted their famous spotted deer and cars swift-moving,—Before you, fierce Ones! woods bow down in terror: Earth, even the mountain, trembles at your coming.3 Though vast and tall, the mountain is affrighted, the height of heaven is shaken at your roaringWhen, armed with lances, ye are sporting, Maruts, and rush along together like the waters.4 They, like young suitors, sons of wealthy houses, have with their golden natures decked their bodies.Strong on their cars, the lordly Ones, for glory, have set their splendours on their forms for ever.5 None being eldest, none among them youngest, as brothers they have grown to happy fortune.May their Sire Rudra, young and deft, and Pṛśni pouring much milk, bring fair days to the Maruts.6 Whether, O blessed Maruts, ye be dwelling in highest, midmost, or in lowest heaven,Thence, O ye Rudras, and thou also, Agni, notice the sacrificial food we offer.7 O Maruts, Lords of all, when Agni and when ye drive downward from sublimest heaven along the heights,Shakers of all, rejoicing, slayers of the foe, give riches to the Soma-pressing worshipper.8 O Agni, with the Maruts as they gleam and sing, gathered in troop, rejoicing drink the Soma juice;With these the living ones who cleanse and further all, joined with thy banner, O Vaiśvānara, from of old.

HYMN LXI. Maruts.1. O HEROES lordliest of all, who are ye that have singly comeForth from a region most remote?2. Where are your horses, where the reins? How came ye? how had ye the power?Rein was on nose and seat on back.3 The whip is laid upon the flank. The heroes stretch their thighs apart,Like women when the babe is born.4 Go ye, O Heroes, far away, ye bridegrooms with a lovely SpouseThat ye may warm you at the fire.5 May she gain cattle for her meed, hundreds of sheep and steeds and kine,Who threw embracing arms around the hero whom gyavaiva praised.6 Yea, many a woman is more firm and better than the man who turnsAway from Gods, andoffers not.7 She who discerns the weak and worn, the man who thirsts and is in wantShe sets her mind upon the Gods.8 And yet full many a one, unpraised, mean niggard, is entitled man:Only in weregild is he such.9 And she, the young, the joyous-spirited, divulged the path to Śyāva, yea, to me.Two red steeds carried me to Purumīlha's side, that sage of far-extended fame,10 Him who, like Vaidadasvi, like Taranta, hath bestowed on meA hundred cows in liberal gift.11 They who are borne by rapid steeds, drinking the meath that gives delight,They have attained high glories here.12 They by whose splendour both the worlds are over-spread they shine on carsAs the gold gleams above in heaven.13 That Marut band is ever young, borne on bright cars, unblamable,Moving to victory, checked by none.14 Who knoweth, verily, of these where the All-shakers take delight,Born, spotless, after sacred Law?15 Guides are ye, lovers of the song to mortal man through holy hymn,And hearers when he cries for help.16 Do ye, destroyers of the foe, worshipful and exceeding bright,Send down the treasures that we crave.17 OUrmya, bear thou far away to Darbhya this my hymn of praise,Songs, Goddess, as if chariot-borne.18 From me to Rathaviti say, when he hath pressed the Soma juice,The wish I had departeth not.19 This wealthy Rathaviti dwells among the people rich in kine,Among the mountains, far withdrawn.

HYMN LXII. Mitra-Varuṇa1. BY your high Law firm order is established there where they loose for travel Sūrya's horses.Ten hundred stood together: there I looked on this the most marvellous Deities' one chief glory.2 This, Mitra-Varuṇa, is your special greatness: floods that stood there they with the days attracted.Ye cause to flow all voices of the cowpen: your single chariotfelly hath rolled hither.3 O Mitra-Varuṇa, ye by your greatness, both Kings, have firmly stablished earth and heaven,Ye caused the cows to stream, the plants to flourish, and, scattering swift drops, sent down the rain-flood.4 Let your well-harnessed horses bear you hither: hitherward let them come with reins drawn tightly.A covering cloud of sacred oil attends you, and your streams flow to us from days aforetime.5 To make the lustre wider and more famous, guarding the sacred grass with veneration,Ye, Mitra-Varuṇa, firm, strong, awe-inspiring, are seated on a throne amid oblations.6 With hands that shed no blood, guarding the pious, whom, Varuni3, ye save amid oblations.Ye Twain, together, Kings of willing spirit, uphold dominion based on thousand pillars.7 Adorned with gold, its columns are of iron. in heaven it glitters like a whip for horses;Or stablished on a field deep-spoiled and fruitful. So may we share the meath that loads your car-seat.8 Ye mount your car gold-hued at break of morning, and iron-pillared when the Sun is setting,And from that place, O Varuṇa and Mitra, behold infinity and limit~tion.9 Bountiful guardians of the world! the shelter that is impenetrable, strongest, flawless,Aid us with that, O Varuṇa and Mitra, and when we long to win may we be victors.

HYMN LXIII. Mitra-Varuṇa.1. GUARDIANS of Order, ye whose Laws are ever true, in the sublimest heaven your chariot ye ascend.O Mitra-Varuṇa whomsoe’er ye: favour, here, to him the rain with sweetness streameth down from heaven.2 This world's imperial Kings, O Mitra-Varuṇa, ye rule in holy synod, looking on the light.We pray for rain, your boon, and immortality. Through heaven and over earth the thunderers take their way.3 Imperial Kings, strong, Heroes, Lords of earth and heaven, Mitra and Varuṇa, ye ever active Ones,Ye wait on thunder with the many-tinted clouds, and by the Asura's magic power cause Heaven to rain.4 Your magic, Mitra-Varuṇa, resteth in the heaven. The Sun, the wondrous weapon, cometh forth as light.Ye hide him in the sky with cloud and flood of rain, and water-drops, Parjanya! full of sweetness flow.5 The Maruts yoke their easy car for victory, O Mitra-Varuṇa, as a hero in the wars.The thunderers roam through regions varied in their hues. Imperial Kings, bedew us with the milk of heaven.6 Refreshing is your voice, O Mitra-Varuṇa: Parjanya sendeth out a wondrous mighty voice.With magic power the Maruts clothe them with the clouds. Ye Two cause Heaven to rain, the red, the spotless One.7 Wise, with your Law and through the Asura's magic power ye guard the ordinances, Mitra-Varuṇa.Ye by eternal Order govern all the world. Ye set the Sun in heaven as a refulgent car.

HYMN LX1V. Mitra-Varuṇa1. You, foeman-slaying Varuṇa and Mitra, we invoke with song,Who, as with penfold of your arms, encompass round the realm of light.2 Stretch out your arms with favouring love unto this man who singeth hymns,For in all places is sung forth your evergracious friendliness.3 That I may gain a refuge now, may my steps be on Mitra's path.Men go protected in the charge of this dear Friend who harms us not.4 Mitra and Varuṇa, from you may I, by song, win noblest meed.That shall stir envy in the homes of wealthy chiefs and those who praise.5 With your fair splendours, Varuṇa and Mitra, to our gathering come,That in their homes the wealthy chiefs and they who are your friends may thrive.6 With those, moreover, among whom ye hold your high supremacy,Vouchsafe us room that we may win strength for prosperity and wealth.7 When morning flushes, Holy Ones! in the Gods’ realm where white Cows shine,Supporting Arcananas, speed, ye Heroes, with your active feet hither to my pressed Soma juice.

HYMN LXV Mitra-Varuṇa.1. FULL wise is he who hath discerned: let him speak to us of the Gods,—The man whose praise-songs Varuṇa the beautiful, or Mitra, loves.2 For they are Kings of noblest might, of glorious fame most widely spread;Lords of the brave, who strengthen Law, the Holy Ones with every race.3 Approaching you with prayer for aid, together I address you firstWe who have good steeds call on you, Most Sage, to give us strength besides.4 E’en out of misery Mitra gives a way to dwelling at our case,For he who worships hath the grace of Mitra, fighter in the van. '5 In Mitra's shelter that extends to utmost distance may we dwell,Unmenaced, guarded by the care, ever as sons of Varuṇa.6 Ye, Mitra, urge this people on, and to one end direct their ways.Neglect not ye the wealthy chiefs, neglect not us the Ṛṣis: be our guardians when ye quaff the milk.

HYMN LXVI. Mitra-Varuṇa.1. O SAPIENT man, call the Two Gods, the very wise, who slay the foe.For Varuṇa, whose form is Law, place offerings for his great delight.2 For they have won unbroken sway in full perfection, power divine.And, like high laws, the world of man hath been made beautiful as light.3 Therefore we praise you that your cars may travel far in front of ours-You who accept the eulogy of Ratahavya with his hymns.4 And ye show wMom, Wondrous Gods with fulness of intellIgence.By men's discernment are Ve marked, O ye whose might is purified.5 This is the Law sublime, O Earth: to aid the Ṛṣis’ toil for fameThe Two, wide-spreading, are prepared. They come with ample overflow.6 Mitra, ye Gods with wandering eyes, would that the worshippers and weMight strive to reach the realm ye rule, most spacious and protected well,

HYMN LXVII. Mitra-Varuṇa.1. YE Gods, Ādityas, Varuṇa, Aryaman, Mitra, verilyHave here obtained supremest sway, high, holy, set apart for you.2 When, Varuṇa and Mitra, ye sit in your golden dwelling-place,Ye Twain, supporters of mankind, foeslayers, give felicity.3 All these, possessors of all wealth, Varuṇa, Mitra, Aryaman,Follow their ways, as if with feet, and guard from injury mortal man.4 For they are true, they cleave to Law, held holy among every race,Good leaders, bounteous in their gifts, deliverers even from distress.5 Which of your persons, Varuṇa or Mitra, merits not our praise?Therefore our thought is turned to you, the Atris' thought is turned to you.

HYMN LXVIII. Mitra-Varuṇa.1. SING forth unto your Varuṇa and Mitra with a song inspired.They, Mighty Lords, are lofty Law2 Full springs of fatness, Sovran Kings, Mitra. and Varuṇa, the Twain,Gods glorified among the Gods.3 So help ye us to riches, great terrestrial and celestial wealth:Vast is your sway among the Gods.4 Carefully tending Law with Law they have attained their vigorous might.The two Gods wax devoid of guile.5 With rainy skies and streaming floods, Lords of the strength that bringeth gifts,A lofty seat have they attained.

HYMN LXIX. Mitra-Varuṇa.1. THREE spheres of light, O Varuṇa, three heavens, three firmaments ye comprehend, O Mitra:Waxed strong, ye keep the splendour of dominion, guarding the Ordinance that lasts for ever.2 Ye, Varuṇa, have kine who yield refreshment; Mitra, your floods pour water full of sweetness.There stand the Three Steers, splendid in their brightness, who fill the three world-bowls with genial moisture.3 I call at dawn on Aditi the Goddess, I call at noon and when the Sun is setting.I pray, O Mitra-Varuṇa, for safety, for wealth and progeny, in rest and trouble.4 Ye who uphold the region, sphere of brightness, ye who support earth's realm Divine Ādityas,The Immortal Gods, O Varuṇa and Mitra, never impair your everlasting statutes.

HYMN LXXI. Mitra-Varuṇa.1. O Varuṇa and Mitra, ye who slay the foemen, come with mightTo this our goodly sacrifice.2 For, Varuṇa and Mitra, ye Sages are Rulers over all. Fill full our songs, for this ye can.3 Come to the juice that we have pressed. Varuṇa, Mitra, come to drinkThis Soma of the worshipper.

HYMN LXXII. Mitra-Varuṇa.1 To Varuṇa and Mitra we offer with songs, as Atri did. Sit on the sacred grass to drink the Soma juice.2 By Ordinance and Law ye dwell in peace secure, bestirring men.Sit on the sacred grass to drink the Soma juice.3 May Varuṇa and Mitra, for our help, accept the sacrifice.Sit on the sacred grass to drink the Soma juice.

HYMN LXXIII. Aśvins.1. WHETHER, O Aśvins, ye this day be far remote or near at hand,In many spots or in mid-air, come hither, Lords of ample wealth.2 These here, who show o’er widest space, bringing full many a wondrous act,Resistless, lovingly I seek, I call the Mightiest to enjoy.3 Another beauteous wheel have ye fixed there to decorate your car.With others through the realms ye roam in might unto the neighbouring tribes.4 That deed of yours that is extolled, Visvas! hath all been done with this.Born otherwise, and spotless, ye have entered kinship's bonds with us.5 When Sūrya mounted on your car that rolls for ever rapidly,Birds of red hue were round about and burning splendours compassed you.6 Atri bethinks himself of you, O Heroes, with a friendly mind,What time, Nāsatyas, with his mouth he stirs the spotless flame for you.7 Strong is your swiftly moving steed, famed his exertion in the courseWhen by your great deeds, Aśvins, Chiefs, Atri is brought to us again.8 Lovers of sweetness, Rudras, she who streams with sweetness waits on you.When ye have travelled through the seas men bring you gifts of well-dressed food.9 Aśvins, with truth they call you Twain bestowers of felicity;At sacrifice most prompt to hear, most gracious ye at sacrifice.10 Most pleasing to the Aśvins be these prayers which magnify their might,Which we have fashioned, even as cars high reverence have we spoken forth.

HYMN LXXIV. Aśvins.1. WHERE in the heavens are ye to-day, Gods, Aśvins, rich in constancy?Hear this, ye excellent as Steers: Atri inviteth you to come.2 Where are they now? Where are the Twain, the famed Nāsatyas, Gods in heaven?Who is the man ye strive to reach? Who of your suppliants is with you?3 Whom do ye visit, whom approach? to whom direct your harnessed car?With whose devotions are ye pleased? We long for you to further us.4 Ye, Strengtheners, for Paura stir the filler swimming in the flood,Advancing to be captured like a lion to the ambuscade.5 Ye from cyavana worn with age removed his skin as ’twere a robe.So, when ye made him young again, he stirred the longing of a dame.6 Here is the man who lauds you both: to see your glory are we here.Now bear me, come with saving help, ye who are rich in store of wealth.7 Who among many mortal men this day hath won you to himself?What bard, accepters of the bard? Who, rich in wealth! with sacrifice?8 O Aśvins, may your car approach, most excellent of cars for speed.Through many regions may our praise pass onward among mortal men.9 May our laudation of you Twain, lovers of meath! be sweet to you.Fly hitherward, ye wise of heart, like falcons with your winged steeds.10 O Aśvins, when at any time ye listen to this call of mine,For you is dainty food prepared: they mix refreshing food for you.

HYMN LXXV. Aśvins.1. To meet your treasure-bringing car, the mighty car most dear to us,Aśvins, the Ṛṣi is prepared, your raiser, with his song of praise. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.2 Pass, O ye Aśvins, pass away beyond all tribes of selfish men,Wonderful, with your golden paths, most gracious, bringers of the flood. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.3 Come to us, O ye Aśvin Pair, bringing your precious treasures, comeYe Rudras, on your paths of gold, rejoicing, rich in store of wealth. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.4 O strong and Good, the voice of him who lauds you well cleaves to your car.And that great beast, your chariot-steed, fair, wonderful, makes dainty food. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.5 Watchful in spirit, born on cars, impetuous, listing to his cry,Aśvins, with winged steeds ye speed down to cyavana void of guile. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.6 Hither, O Heroes, let your steeds, of dappled hue, yoked at the thought,Your flying steeds, O Aśvins, bring you hitherward, with bliss, to drink. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.7 O Aśvins, hither come to us; Nāsatyas, be not disinclined.Through longing for the pious turn out of the way to reach our home. Lovers of sweetness, bear my call.8 Ye Lords of Splendour, free from guile, come, stand at this our sacrifice.Beside the singer, Aśvins, who longs for your grace and lauds you both. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call.9 Dawn with her white herd hath appeared, and in due time hath fire been placed.Harnessed is your immortal car, O WonderWorkers, strong and kind. Lovers of sweetness, bear my call.

HYMN LXXVI. Aśvins1. AGNI, the bright face of the Dawns, is shining; the singers' pious voices have ascended.Borne on your chariot, Aśvins, turn you hither and come unto our full and rich libation.2 Most frequent guests, they scorn not what is ready: even now the lauded Aśvins are beside us.With promptest aid they come at morn and evening, the worshipper's most blessed guards from trouble.3 Yea, come at milking-time, at early morning, at noon of day and when the Sun is setting,By day, by night, with favour most auspicious. Not only now the draught hath drawn the Aśvins.4 For this place, Aśvins, was of old your dwelling, these were your houses, this your habitation.Come to us from high heaven and from the mountain. Come from the waters bringing food and vigour.5 May we obtain the Aśvins' newest favour, and gain their health-bestowing happy guidance.Bring riches hither unto us, and heroes, and all felicity and joy, Immortals!

HYMN LXXVII. Aśvins.1. FIRST worship those who come at early morning: let the Twain drink before the giftless niggard.The Aśvins claim the sacrifice at daybreak: the sages yielding the first share extol them.2 Worship at dawn and instigate the Aśvins: nor is the worshipper at eve rejected.Besides ourselves another craves and worships: each first in worship is most highly favoured.3 Covered with gold, meath-tinted, dropping fatness, your chariot with its freight of food comes hither,Swift as thought, Aśvins, rapid as the tempest, wherewith ye travel over all obstructions.4 He who hath served most often the Nāsatyas, and gives the sweetest food at distribution,Furthers with his own holy works his offspring, and ever passes those whose flames ascend not.5 May we obtain the Aśvins' newest favour, and gain their health-bestowing happy guidance.Bring riches hither unto us, and heroes, and all felicity and joy, Immortals!

HYMN LXXVIII. Aśvins.1. YE Aśvins, hither come to us: Nāsatyas, be not disinclined.Fly hither like two swans unto the juice we shed.2 O Aśvins, like a pair of deer, like two wild cattle to the mead:Fly hither like two swans unto the juice we shed.3 O Aśvins rich in gifts, accept our sacrifice to prosper it:Fly hither like two swans unto the juice we shed.4 As Atri when descending to the cavern called on you loudly like a wailing woman.Ye came to him, O Aśvins, with the freshest and most auspicious fleetness of a falcon.5 Tree, part asunder like the side of her who bringeth forth a child.Ye Aśvins, listen to my call: loose Saptavadhri from his bonds.6 For Saptavadhri, for the seer affrighted when he wept and wailed,Ye, Aśvins, with your magic powers rent up the tree and shattered it.7 Like as the wind on every side ruffles a pool of lotuses,So stir in thee the babe unborn, so may the ten-month babe descend.8 Like as the wind, like as the wood, like as the sea is set astir,So also, ten-month babe, descend together with the after-birth.9 The child who hath for ten months' time been lying in his mother's side,—May he come forth alive, unharmed, yea, living from the living dame.

HYMN LXXIX. Dawn.1. O HEAVENLY Dawn, awaken us to ample opulence to-dayEven as thou hast wakened us with Satyasravas, Vayya's son, high-born! delightful with thy steeds!2 Daughter of Heaven, thou dawnedst on Sunitha Sucadratha's son,So dawn thou on one mightier still, on Satyasravas, Vayya's son, high-born! delightful with thy steeds!3 So, bringing treasure, dawn to-day on us thou Daughter of the Sky,As thou, O mightier yet. didst shine for Satyatravas, Vayya's son, high-born! delightful with thy steeds!4 Here round about thee are the priests who laud thee, Bright One, with their hymns,And men with gifts, O Bounteous Dame, splendid with wealth and offering much, high-born! delightful with thy steeds!5 Whatever these thy bands perform to please thee or to win them wealth,E’en fain they gird us round and give rich gifts which ne’er are reft away, high-born! delightful with thy steeds!6 Give to these wealthy patrons fame, O affluent Dawn, with hero sons,To these our princes who have brought rich gifts ne’er to be reft away, highborn! delightful with thy steeds!7 Bring lofty and resplendent fame, O thou munificent Dawn, to theseOur wealthy patrons who bestow rich gifts on us of steeds and kine, high-born! delightful with thy steeds!8 Bring us, O Daughter of the Sky, subsistence in our herds of kine,Together with the sunbeams, with the shine of pure refulgent flames, highborn! delightful with thy steeds!9 O Daughter of the Sky, shine forth; delay not to perform thy task.Let not the Sun with fervent heat consume thee like a robber foe, high-born! delightful with the steeds!10 So much, and more exceedingly, O Dawn, it suits thee to bestow,Thou Radiant One who ceasest not to shine for those who sing thy praise, highborn! delightful with thy steeds!

HYMN LXXX. Dawn.1. THE singers welcome with their hymns and praises the Goddess Dawn who bringeth in the sunlight,Sublime, by Law true to eternal Order, bright on her path, red-tinted, far-refulgent.2 She comes in front, fair, rousing up the people, making the pathways easy to be travelled.High, on her lofty chariot, all-impelling, Dawn gives her splendour at the days' beginning.3 She, harnessing her car with purple oxen. injuring none, hath brought perpetual riches.Opening paths to happiness, the Goddess shines, praised by all, giver of every blessing.4 With changing tints she gleams in double splendour while from the eastward she displays her body.She travels perfectly the path of Order, nor fails to reach, as one who knows, the quarters.5 As conscious that her limbs are bright with bathing, she stands, as ’twere, erect that we may see her.Driving away malignity and darkness, Dawn, Child of Heaven, hath come to us with lustre.6 The Daughter of the Sky, like some chaste woman, bends, opposite to men, her forehead downward.The Maid, disclosing boons to him who worships, hath brought again the daylight as aforetime.

HYMN LXXXI. Savitar.1. THE priests of him the lofty Priest well-skilled in hymns harness their spirit, yea, harness their holy thoughts.He only knowing works assigns their priestly tasks. Yea, lofty is the praise of Savitar the God.2 The Sapient One arrays himself in every form: for quadruped and biped he hath brought forth good.Excellent Savitar hath looked on heaven's high vault, and shineth after the outgoing of the Dawn.3 Even he, the God whose going-forth and majesty the other Deities have followed with their might,He who hath measured the terrestrial regions out by his great power, he is the Courser Savitar.4 To the three spheres of light thou goest, Savitar, and with the rays of Sidrya thou combinest thee.Around, on both sides thou encompassest the night: yea, thou, O God, art Mitra through thy righteous laws.5 Over all generation thou art Lord alone: Pūṣan art thou, O God, in all thy goings-forth.Yea, thou hast domination over all this world. Śyāvāśva hath brought praise to thee, O Savitar,

HYMN LXXXII. Savitar.1. WE crave of Savitar the God this treasure much to be enjoyed.The best, all-yielding, conquering gift of Bhaga we would gladly win.2 Savitar's own supremacy, most glorious and beloved of all,No one diminisheth in aught.3 For Savitar who is Bhaga shall send riches to his worshipper.That wondrous portion we implore.4 Send us this day, God Savitar, prosperity with progeny.Drive thou the evil dream away.5 Savitar, God, send far away all sorrows and calamities,And send us only what is good.6 Sinless in sight of Aditi through the God Savitar's influence,May we obtain all lovely things.7 We with our hymns this day elect the general God, Lord of the good,Savitar whose decrees are true.8 He who for ever vigilant precedes these Twain, the Day and Night,Is Savitar the thoughtful God.9 He who gives glory unto all these living creatures with the song,And brings them forth, is Savitar.

HYMN LXXXIII. Parjanya.1. SING with these songs thy welcome to the Mighty, with adoration praise and call Parjanya.The Bull, loud roaring, swift to send his bounty, lays in the plants the seed. for germination.2 He smites the trees apart, he slays the demons: all life fears him who wields the mighty weapon.From him exceeding strong fices e’en the guiltless, when thundering Parjanya smites the wicked.3 Like a car-driver whipping on his horses, he makes the messengers of rain spring forward.Far off resounds the roaring of the lion, what time Parjanya fills the sky with rain-cloud.4 Forth burst the winds, down come the lightning-flashes: the plants shoot up, the realm of light is streaming.Food springs abundant for all living creatures, what time Parjanya quickens earth with moisture.5 Thou at whose bidding earth bows low before thee, at whose command hoofed cattle fly in terror,At whose behest the plants assume all colours, even thou Parjanya, yield us great protection.6 Send down for us the rain of heaven, ye Maruts, and let the Stallion's flood descend in torrents.Come hither with this thunder while thou pourest the waters down, our heavenly Lord and Father.7 Thunder and roar: the germ of life deposit. Fly round us on thy chariot waterladen.Thine opened water-skin draw with thee downward, and let the hollows and the heights be level.8 Lift up the mighty vessel, pour down water, and let the liberated streams rush forward.Saturate both the earth and heaven with fatness, and for the cows let there be drink abundant.9 When thou, with thunder and with roar, Parjanya, smitest sinners down,This universe exults thereat, yea, all that is upon the earth.10 Thou hast poured down the rain-flood now withhold it. Thou hast made desert places fit for travel.Thou hast made herbs to grow for our enjoyment: yea, thou hast won thee praise from living creatures.

HYMN LXXXIV. Prthivi.1. THOU, of a truth,O Prthivi, bearest the tool that rends the hills:Thou rich in torrents, who with might quickenest earth, O Mighty One.2 To thee, O wanderer at will, ring out the lauds with beams of day,Who drivest, like a neighing steed, the swelling cloud, O bright of hue.3 Who graspest with thy might on earth. e’en the strong sovrans of the wood,When from the lightning of thy cloud the rain-floods of the heaven descend.

HYMN LXXXV. Varuṇa.1. SING forth a hymn sublime and solemn, grateful to glorious. Varuṇa, imperial Ruler,Who hath struck out, like one who slays the victim, earth as a skin to spread in front of Sūrya.2 In the tree-tops the air he hath extended, put milk in kine and vigorous speed in horses,Set intellect in hearts, fire in the waters, Siurya in heaven and Soma on the mountain.3 Varuṇa lets the big cask, opening downward, flow through the heaven and earth and air's mid-region.Therewith the universe's Sovran waters earth as the shower of rain bedews the barley.4 When Varuṇa is fain for milk he moistens the sky, the land, and earth to her foundation.Then straight the mountains clothe them in the rain-cloud: the Heroes, putting forth their vigour, loose them.5 I will declare this mighty deed of magic, of glorious Varuṇa the Lord Immortal,Who standing in the firmament hath meted the earth out with the Sun as with a measure.6 None, verily, hath ever let or hindered this the most wise God's mighty deed of magic,Whereby with all their flood, the lucid rivers fill not one sea wherein they pour their waters.7 If we have sinned against the man who loves us, have ever wronged a brother, friend, or comrade,The neighbour ever with us, or a stranger, O Varuṇa, remove from us the trespass.8 If we, as gamesters cheat at play, have cheated, done wrong unwittingly or sinned of purpose,Cast all these sins away like loosened fetters, and, Varuṇa let us be thine own beloved.

HYMN LXXXVI. Indra-Agni.1. THE mortal man whom ye, the Twain, Indra and Agni, help in fight,Breaks through e’en strongly-guarded wealth as Tṛta burst his way through reeds.2 The Twain invincible in war, worthy to be renowned in frays,Lords of the Fivefold. People, these, Indra and Agni, we invoke.3 Impetuous is their strength, and keen the lightning of the mighty Pair,Which from their arms speeds with the car to Vṛtra's slayer for the kine.4 Indra and Agni, we invoke you both, as such, to send your cars:Lords of quick-coming bounty, ye who know, chief lovers of the song.5 These who give increase day by day, Gods without guile for mortal man,Worthy themselves, I honour most, Two Gods as partners, for my horse.6 The strength-bestowing offering thus to Indra-Agni hath been paid, as butter, purified by stones.Deal to our princes high renown, deal wealth to those who sing your praise, deal food to those who sing your praise.

HYMN LXXXVII. Maruts.1. To Viṣṇu, to the Mighty whom the Maruts follow let your hymns born in song go forth, Evayamarut;To the impetuous, strong band, adorned with bracelets, that rushes on in joy and ever roars for vigour.2 They who with might were manifest, and who willingly by their own knowledge told it forth, Evayamarut.Maruts, this strength of yours no wisdom comprehendeth: through their gifts' greatness they are moveless as the mountains.3 Who by the psalm they sing are heard, from lofty heaven, the strong, the brightly shining Ones, Evayamarut;In whose abode there is no mightier one to move them, whose lightnings are as fires, who urge the roaring rivers.4 He of the Mighty Stride forth strode, Evayamarut, out of the spacious dwelling-place, their home in common.When he, himself, hath yoked his emulous strong horses on heights, he cometh forth, joy-giving, with the Heroes.5 Like your tremendous roar, the rainer with light flashing, strong, speeding, hath made all tremble, Evayamarut,Wherewith victorious ye, self-luminous, press onward, with strong reins, decked with gold, impetuous and well-weaponed.6 Unbounded is your greatness, ye of mighty power: may your bright vigour be our aid, Evayamarut;For ye are visible helpers in the time of trouble: like fires, aglow with light, save us from shame and insult.7 So may the Rudras, mighty warriors, Evayamarut, with splendid brilliancy, like fires, be our protectors;They whose terrestrial dwelling-place is wide-extended, whom none suspect of sin, whose bands have lofty courage.8 Come in a friendly spirit, come to us, O Maruts, and hear his call who praises you, Evayamarut.Like car-borne men, one-minded with the mighty Viṣṇu, keep enmity far from us with your deeds of wonder.9 Come to our sacrifice, ye Hnly Ones, to bless it, and, free from demons, hear our call, Evayamarut.

HYMN I. Agni.1. THOU, first inventor of this prayer, O Agni, Worker of Marvels, hast become our Herald.Thou, Bull, hast made us strength which none may conquer, strength that shall overcome all other prowess.2 As Priest thou sattest at the seat of worship, furthering us, best Offerer, meet for honour.So first to thee have pious men resorted, turning thy mind to thoughts of ample riches.3 In thee, still watching, they have followed riches, who goest with much wealth as with an army,The radiant Agni, lofty, fair to look on, worshipped with marrow, evermore resplendent.4 They who approached the God's abode with homage, eager for glory, won them perfect glory:Yea, they gained even sacrificial titles, and found delight in thine auspicious aspect.5 On earth the people magnify thee greatly, thee their celestial and terrestrial riches.Thou, Helper, must be known as our Preserver, Father and Mother of mankind for ever.6 Dear priest among mankind, adorable Agni hath seated him, joy-giver, skilled in worship.Let us approach thee shining in thy dwelling, kneeling upon our knees, with adoration.7 Longing for bliss, pure-minded, God-devoted, Agni, we seek thee, such, meet to be lauded.Thou, Agni, leddest forth our men to battle, refulgent with the heaven's exalted splendour.8 Sage of mankind, all peoples' Lord and Master, the Bull of men, the sender down of blessings,Still pressing on, promoting, purifying, Agni the Holy One, the Lord of riches.9 Agni, the mortal who hath toiled and worshipped, brought thee oblations with his kindled fuel,And well knows sacrifice with adoration, gains every joy with thee to guard and help him.10 Mightily let us worship thee the Mighty, with reverence, Agni! fuel and oblations,With songs, O Son of Strength, with hymns, with altar: so may we strive for thine auspicious favour.11 Thou who hast covered heaven and earth with splendour and with thy glories, glorious and triumphant.Continue thou to shine on us, O Agni, with strength abundant, rich, and long enduring.12 Vouchsafe us ever, as man needs, O Vasu, abundant wealth of kine for son and offspring.Food noble, plenteous, far from sin and evil, he with us, and fair fame to make us happy.13 May I obtain much wealth in many places by love of thee and through thy grace, King Agni;For in thee Bounteous One, in thee the Sovran, Agni, are many boons for him who serves thee.

HYMN II. Agni.1. THOU, Agni, even as Mitra, hast a princely glory of thine own.Thou, active Vasu, makest fame increase like full prosperity.2 For, verily, men pray to thee with sacrifices and with songs.To thee the Friendly Courser, seen of all, comes speeding through the air.3 Of one accord men kindle thee Heaven's signal of the sacrifice,When, craving bliss, this race of man invites thee to the solemn rite.4 Let the man thrive who travails sore, in prayer, far thee the Bountiful.He with the help of lofty Dyaus comes safe through straits of enmity.5 The mortal who with fuel lights thy flame and offers unto thee,Supports a house with many a branch, Agni, to live a hundred years.6 Thy bright smoke lifts itself aloft, and far-extended shines in heaven.For, Purifier! like the Sun thou beamest with thy radiant glow.7 For in men's houses thou must be glorified as a well-loved guest,Gay like an elder in a fort, claiming protection like a son.8 Thou, Agni, like an able steed, art urged by wisdom in the wood.Thou art like wind; food, home art thou, like a young horse that runs astray.9 E’en things imperishable, thou, O Agni, like a gazing ox,Eatest, when hosts, Eternal One! of thee the Mighty rend the woods.10 Agni, thou enterest as Priest the home of men who sacrifice.Lord of the people, prosper them. Accept the ofrering, Aṅgiras!11 O Agni, God with Mitra's might, call hither the favour of the Gods from earth and heaven.Bring weal from heaven, that men may dwell securely. May we o’ercome the foe's malign oppressions, may we o’ercome them, through thy help o’ercome them.

HYMN III. Agni.1. TRUE, guardian of the Law, thy faithful servant wins ample light and dwells in peace, O Agni,Whom thou, as Varuṇa in accord with Mitra, guardest, O God, by banishing his trouble.2 He hath paid sacrifices, toiled in worship, and offered gifts to wealth-increasing Agni.Him the displeasure of the famous moves not, outrage and scorn affect not such a mortal.3 Bright God, whose look is free from stain like Sūrya's, thou, swift, what time thou earnestly desirest,Hast gear to give us. Come with joy at evening, where, Child of Wood, thou mayest also tarry.4 Fierce is his gait and vast his wondrous body: he champeth like a horse with bit and bridle,And, darting forth his tongue, as ’twere a hatchet, burning the woods, smelteth them like a smelter.5 Archer-like, fain toshoot, he sets his arrow, and whets his splendour like the edge of iron:The messenger of night with brilliant pathway, like a tree-roosting bird of rapid pinion.6 In beams of morn he clothes him like the singer, and bright as Mitra with his splendour crackles.Red in the night, by day the men's possession: red, he belongs to men by day, Immortal.7 Like Heaven's when scattering beams his voice was uttered: among the plants the radiant Hero shouted,Who with his glow in rapid course came hither to fill both worlds, well-wedded Dames, with treasure.8 Who, with supporting streams and rays that suit him, hath flashed like lightning with his native vigour.Like the deft Maker of the band of Maruts, the bright impetuous One hath shone refulgent.

HYMN IV Agni.1. As at man's service of the Gods, Invoker, thou, Son of Strength, dost sacrifice and worship,So bring for us to-day all Gods together, bring willingly the willing Gods, O Agni.2 May Agni, radiant Herald of the morning, meet to be known, accept our praise with favour.Dear to all life, mid mortal men Immortal, our guest, awake at dawn, is Jātavedas.3 Whose might the very heavens regard with wonder: bright as the Sun he clothes himself with lustre.He who sends forth,, Eternal Purifier, hath shattered e’en the ancient works of Aśna.4 Thou art a Singer, Son! our feast-companion: Agni at birth prepared his food and pathway.Therefore vouchsafe us strength, O Strength-bestower. Win like a King: foes trouble not thy dwelling.5 Even he who cats his firm hard food with swiftness,and overtakes the nights as Vāyu kingdoms.May we o’ercome those who resist thine orders, like a steed casting down the flying foemen.6 Like Sūrya with his fulgent rays, O Agni, thou overspreadest both the worlds with splendour.Decked with bright colour he dispels the darkness, like Auśija, with clear flame swifily flying.7 We have elected thee as most delightful for thy beams' glow: hear our great laud, O Agni.The best men praise thee as the peer of Indra in strength, mid Gods, like Viyu in thy bounty.8 Now, Agni, on the tranquil paths of riches come to us for our weal: save us from sorrow.Grant chiefs and bard this boon. May we live happy, with hero children, through a hundred winters.

HYMN V. Agni.1. I INVOCATE your Son of Strength, the Youthful, with hymns, the Youngest God, whose speech is guileless;Sage who sends wealth comprising every treasure, bringer of many boons, devoid of malice.2 At eve and morn thy pious servants bring thee their precious gifts, O Priest of many aspects,On whom, the Purifier, all things living as on firm. ground their happiness have stablished.3 Thou from of old hast dwelt among these people, by mental power the charioteer of blessings.Hence sendest thou, O sapient Jātavedas, to him who serves thee treasures in succession.4 Agni, whoever secretly attacks us, the neighbour, thou with Mitra's might! who harms us,Burn him with thine own Steers for ever youthful, burning with burning heat, thou fiercest burner.5 He who serves thee with sacrifice and fuel, with hymn, O Son of Strength, and chanted praises,Shines out, Immortal! in the midst of mortals, a sage, with wealth, with splendour and with glory.6 Do this, O Agni, when we urge thee, quickly, triumphant in thy might subdue our foemen.When thou art praised with words and decked with brightness, accept this chanted hymn, the singer's worship.7 Help us, that we may gain this wish, O Agni, gain riches, Wealthy One! with store of heroes.Desiring strength from thee may we be strengthened, and win, Eternal! thine eternal glory.

HYMN VI. Agni.1. HE who seeks furtherance and grace to help him goes to the Son of Strength with newest worship,Calling the heavenly Priest to share the banquet, who rends the wood, bright, with his blackened pathway.2 White-hued and thundering he dwells in splendour, Most Youthful, with the loudvoiced and eternal-Agni, most variform, the Purifier, who follows crunching many ample forests.3 Incited by the wind thy flames, O Agni, move onward, Pure One! pure, in all directions.Thy most destructive heavenly Navagvas break the woods down and devastate them boldly.4 Thy pure white horses from their bonds are loosened: O Radiant One, they shear the ground beneath them,And far and wide shines out thy flame, and flickers rapidly moving over earth's high ridges.5 Forth darts the Bull's tongue like the sharp stone weapon discharged by him who fights to win the cattle.Agni's fierce flame is like a hero's onset: dread and resistless he destroys the forests.6 Thou with the sunlight of the great Impeller hast boldly over-spread the earth's expanses.So drive away with conquering might all perils. fighting out foemen burn up those who harm us.7 Wondrous! of wondrous power! give to the singer wealth wondrous, marked, most wonderful, life-giving.Wealth bright, O Bright One, vast, with many heroes, give with thy bright flames to the man who lauds thee.

HYMN VII. Agni.1. Him, messenger of earth and head of heaven, Agni Vaiśvānara, born in holy Order,The Sage, the King, the guest of men, a vessel fit for their mouths, the Gods have generated.2 Him have they praised, mid-point of sacrifices, great cistern of libations, seat of riches.Vaiśvānara, conveyer of oblations, ensign of worship, have the Gods engendered.3 From thee, O Agni, springs the mighty singer, from thee come heroes who subdue the foeman.O King, Vaiśvānara, bestow thou on us excellent treasures worthy to belonged fo r.4 To thee, Immortal! when to life thou springest, all the Gods sing for joy as to their infant.They by thy mental powers were made immortal, Vaiśvānara, when thou shonest from thy Parents.5 Agni Vaiśvānara, no one hath ever resisted these thy mighty ordinances,When thou, arising from thy Parents' bosom, foundest the light for days' appointed courses.6 The summits of the heaven are traversed through and through by the Immortal's light, Vaiśvānara's brilliancy.All creatures in existence rest upon his head. The Seven swift-flowing Streams have grown like branches forth,7 Vaiśvānara, who measured out the realms of air, Sage very wise who made the lucid spheres of heaven,The Undeceivable who spread out all the worlds, keeper is he and guard of immortality.

HYMN VIII. Agni.1. AT Jātavedas' holy gathering I will tell aloud the conquering might of the swift red-hued Steer.A pure and fresher hymn flows to Vaiśvānara, even as for Agni lovely Soma is made pure.2 That Agni, when in loftiest heaven he sprang to life, Guardian of Holy Laws, kept and observed them well.Exceeding wise, he measured out the firmament. Vaiśvānara attained to heaven by mightiness.3 Wonderful Mitra propped the heaven and earth apart, and covered and concealedthe darkness with his light.He made the two bowls part asunder like two skins. Vaiśvānara put forth all his creative power.4 The Migbty seized him in the bosom of the floods: the people waited on the King who should be praised.As envoy of Vivasvān MatariSvan brought Agni Vaiśvānara hither from far away.5 In every age bestow upon the singers wealth, worthy of holy synods, glorious, ever new.King, undecaying, as it were with sharpened bolt, smite down the sinner like a tree with lightning-flash.6 Do thou bestow, O Agni, on our wealthy chiefs, rule, with good heroes, undecaying, bending not.So may we win for us strength. O Vaiśvānara, hundredfold, thousandfold, O Agni, by thy help.7 O thou who dwellest in three places, Helper, keep with effective guards our princely patrons.Keep our band, Agni, who have brought thee presents. Lengthen their lives, Vaiśvānara, when lauded.

HYMN IX. Agni.1. ONE half of day is dark, and bright the other: both atmospheres move on by sage devices.Agni Vaiśvānara, when born as Sovran, hath with his lustre overcome the darkness.2 I know not either warp or woof, I know not the web they weave when moving to the contest.Whose son shall here speak words that must be spoken without assistance from the Father near him?3 For both the warp and woof he understandeth, and in due time shall speak what should be spoken,Who knoweth as the immortal world's Protector, descending, seeing with no aid from other.4 He is the Priest, the first of all: behold him. Mid mortal men he is the light immortal.Here was he born, firm-seated in his station Immortal, ever waxing in his body.5 A firm light hath been set for men to look on: among all things that fly the mind is swiftest.All Gods of one accord, with one intention, move unobstructed to a single purpose.6 Mine ears unclose to hear, mine eye to see him; the light that harbours in my spirit broadens.Far roams my mind whose thoughts are in the distance. What shall I speak, what shall I now imagine?7 All the Gods bowed them down in fear before thee, Agni, when thou wast dwelling in the darkness.Vaiśvānara be gracious to assist us, may the Immortal favour us and help us.

HYMN X. Agni.1. INSTALL at sacrifice, while the rite advances, your pleasant, heavenly Agni, meet for praises.With hymns-for he illumines us-install him. He, Jātavedas, makes our rites successful.2 Hear this laud, Radiant Priest of many aspects, O Agni with the fires of man enkindled,Laud which bards send forth pure as sacred butter, strength to this man, as ’twere for self-advantage.3 Mid mortal men that singer thrives in glory who offers gifts with hymns of praise to Agni,And the God, wondrous bright, with wondrous succours helps him to win a stable filled with cattle.4 He, at his birth, whose path is black behind him, filled heaven and earth with far-apparent splendour:And he himself hath been. through night's thick darkness, made manifest by light, the Purifier.5 With thy most mighty aid, confer, O Agni, wonderful wealth on us and on our princes,Who stand preeminent, surpassing others in liberal gifts, in fame, and hero virtues.6 Agni, accept this sacrifice with gladness, which, seated here, the worshipper presenteth.Fair hymns hadst thou among the Bharadvājas, and holpest them to gain abundant vigour.7 Scatter our foes, increase our store. May we he glad a hundred winters with brave sons.

HYMN XI. Agni.1. EAGERLY Sacrifice thou, most skilful, Agni! Priest, pressing on as if the Maruts sent thee.To our oblation bring the two Nāsatyas, Mitra and Varuṇa and Earth and Heaven.2 Thou art our guileless, most delightful Herald, the God, among mankind, of holy synods.A Priest with purifying tongue, O Agni, sacrifice with thy mouth to thine own body.3 For even the blessed longing that is in thee would bring the Gods down to the singer's worship,When the Aṅgirases' sagest Sage, the Poet, sings the sweet measure at the solemn service.4 Bright hath he beamed, the wise, the far-refulgent. Worship the two widespreading Worlds, O Agni,Whom as the Living One rich in oblations the Five Tribes, bringing gifts, adorn with homage.5 When I with reverence clip the grass for Agni, when the trimmed ladle, fullof oil, is lifted,Firm on the seat of earth is based the altar: eye-like, the sacrifice is directed Sun-ward.6 Enrich us, O thou Priest of many aspects, with the Gods, Agni, with thy fires, enkindled.O Son of Strength, clad in the robe of riches, may we escape from woe as froma prison.

HYMN XII. Agni.1. KING of trimmed grass, Herald within the dwelling, may Agni worship the Impeller's World-halves.He, Son of Strength, the Holy, from a distance hath spread himself abroad with light like Sūrya.2 In thee, most wise, shall Dyaus, for full perfection, King! Holy One! pronounce the call to worship.Found in three places, like the Speeder's footstep, come to present men's riches as oblations!3 Whose blaze most splendid, sovran in the forest, shines waxing on his way like the - Impeller.He knows himself, like as a guileless smelter, not to be stayed among the plants, Immortal.4 Our friends extol him like a steed for vigour even Agni in the dwelling, jatave~as.Trce-fed, he fights with power as doth a champion, like Dawn's Sire to be praised with sacrifices.5 Men wonder at his shining glows when, paring the woods with case, o’er the broad earth he goeth,And, like a rushing flood, loosed quickly, burneth, swift as a guilty thief, o’er desert places.6 So mighty thou protectest us from slander, O Champion, Agni! with all fires enkindled.Bring opulence and drive away affliction. May brave sons gladden us through a hundred winters.

HYMN XIII. Agni.1. FROM thee, as branches from a tree, O Agni, from thee, Auspicious God! spring all our blessings-Wealth swiftly, strength in battle with our foemen, the rain besought of heaven, the flow of waters.2 Thou art our Bhaga to send wealth thou dwellest, like circumambient air, with wondrous splendour.Friend art thou of the lofty Law, like Mitra, Controller, Agni! God! of many a blessing.3 Agni! the hero slays with might his foeman; the singer bears away the Paṇi's booty-Even he whom thou, Sage, born in Law, incitest by wealth, accordant with the Child of Waters.4 The man who, Son of Strength 1 with sacrifices, hymns, lauds, attracts thy fervour to the altar,Enjoys each precious thing, O God, O Agni, gains wealth of corn and is the lord of treasures.5 Grant, Son of Strength, to men for their subsistence such things as bring high fame and hero children.For thou with might givest much food in cattle even to the wicked wolf when he is hungry.6 Eloquent, Son of Strength, Most Mighty, Agni, vouchsafe us seed and offspring, full of vigour.May I by all my songs obtain abundance. May brave sons gladden us through a hundred winters.

HYMN XIV. Agni.1. WHOSO to Agni hath endeared his thought and service by his hymns,That mortal cats before the rest, and finds sufficiency of food.2 Agni, in truth, is passing wise, most skilled in ordering, a Seer.At sacrifices Manus' sons glorify Agni as their Priest.3 The foeman's wealth in many a place, Agni, is emulous to help.Men fight the fiend, and seek by rites to overcome the riteless foe.4 Agni bestows the hero chief, winner of waters, firm in fray.Soon as they look upon his might his enemies tremble in alarm.5 For with his wisdom Agni, God, protects the mortal from reproach,Whose conquering wealth is never checked, is never checked in deeds of might.6 O Agni, God with Mitra's might call hither the favour of the Gods from earth and heaven.Bring weal from heaven that men may dwell securely. May we o’ercome the foe's malign oppressions, may we o’ercome them, through thy help o’ercome them.

HYMN XV. Agni.1. WITH this my song I strive to reach this guest of yours, who wakes at early morn, the Lord of all the tribes.Each time he comes from heaven, the Pure One from of old: from ancient days the Child cats everlasting food.2 Whom, well-dis sed, the Blirgus stablished as a rriend, whom men must glorify, high-flaming in the wood.As such, most friendly, thou art every day extolled in lauds by Vitahavya, O thou wondrous God.3 Be thou the foeless helper of the skilful man, subduer of the enemy near or far away.Bestow a wealthy home on men, O Son of Strength. Give Vitahavya riches spreading far and wide, give Bharadvāja wide-spread wealth.4 Him, your refulgent guest, Agni who comes from heaven, the Herald of mankind, well-skilled in sacred rites,Who, like a holy singer, utters heavenly words, oblation-bearer, envoy, God, I seek with hymns.5 Who with his purifying, eye-attracting form hath shone upon the earth as with the light of Dawn;Who speeding on, as in the fight of Etaia, cometh, untouched by age, as one athirst in heat.6 Worship ye Agni, Agni, with your log of wood; praise your beloved, your beloved guest with songs.Invite ye the Immortal hither with your hymns. A God among the Gods, he loveth what is choice, loveth our service, God mid Gods.7 Agni inflamed with fuel in my song I sing, pure, Cleanser, steadlast, set in tront at sacrifice.Wise Jātavedas we implore with prayers for bliss the Priest, the holy Singer, bounteous, void of guile.8 Men, Agni, in each age have made thee, Deathiess One, their envoy, offering-bearer, guard adorable.With reverence Gods and mortals have established thee, the ever-watchful, omnipresent Household Lord.9 Thou, Agni, ordering the works and ways of both, as envoy of the Gods traversest both the worlds.When we lay claim to thy regard and gracious fare, be thou to us a thriceprotecting friendly guard.10 Him fair of face, rapid, and fair to look on, him very wise may we who know not follow.Let him who knows all rules invite for worship, Agru announce our offering to the Immortals.11 Him, Agni, thou deliverest and savest who brings him prayer to thee the Wise, O Hero,The end of sacrifice or its inception; yea, thou endowest him with power and riches.12 Guard us from him who would assail us, Agni; preserve us, O thou Victor, from dishonour.Here let the place of darkening come upon thee: may wealth be ours, desirable in thousands.13 Agni, the Priest, is King, Lord of the homestead, he, Jatayedas, knows all generations.Most skilful worshipper mid Gods and mortals, may he begin the sacrifice, the Holy.14 Whate’er to-day thou, bright-flamed Priest, enjoyest from the man's rite-for thou art sacrificer-Worship, for duly dost thou spread in greatness: bear off thine ofrerings of to-day, Most Youthful.15 Look thou upon the viands duly laid for thee. Fain would he set thee here to worship Heaven and,Earth.Help us, O liberal Agni, in the strife for spoil, so that we may o’ercome all things that trouble us, o’ercome, o’ercome them with thy help.16 Together with all Gods, O fair-faced Agni, be seated first upon the woollined altar,Nest-like, bedewed with oil. Bear this our worship to Savitar who sacrifices rightly.17 Here the arranging priests, as did Atharvan, rub this Agni forth,Whom, not bewildered, as he moved in winding ways, they brought from gloom.18 For the Gods’ banquet be thou born, for full perfection and for weal.Bring the Immortal Gods who strengthen holy Law: so let our sacrifice reach the Gods.19 O Agni, Lord and Master of men's homesteads, with kindled fuel we have made thee mighty.Let not our household gear be found defective. Sharpen us with thy penetrating splendour.

HYMN XVI. Agni.1. PRIEST of all sacrifices hast thou been appointed by the Gods,Agni, amid the race of man.2 So with thy joyous tongues for us sacrifice nobly in this rite.Bring thou the Gods and worship them.3 For well, O God, Disposer, thou knowest, straight on, the paths and ways,Agni, most wise in sacrifice.4 Thee, too, hath Bhārata of old, with mighty men, implored for bliss.And worshipped thee the worshipful.5 Thou givest these abundant boons to Divodāsa pouring forth,To Bharadvāja offering gifts.6 Do thou, Immortal Messenger, bring hither the Celestial Folk;Hearing the singer's eulogy.7 Mortals with pious thought implore thee, Agni, God, at holy rites,To come unto the feast of Gods.8 I glorify thine aspect and the might of thee the Bountilul.All those who love shall joy in thee,9 Invoker placed by Manus, thou, Agni, art near, the wisest Priest:Pay worship to the Tribes of Heaven.10 Come, Agni, lauded, to the feast; come to the offering of the gifts.As Priest be seated on the grass.11 So, Aṅgiras, we make thee strong with fuel and with holy oil.Blaze high, thou youngest of the Gods.12 For us thou winnest, Agni, God, heroic strength exceeding great,Far-spreading and of high renown.13 Agni, Atharvan brought thee forth, by rubbing, from the lotus-flower,The head of Visva, of the Priest.14 Thee. Vṛtra's slayer, breaker down of castles, hath Atharvan's son,Dadhyac the Ṛṣi, lighted up.15 The hero Pathya kindled thee the Dasyus'. most destructive foe,Winner of spoil in every fight.16 Come, here, O Agni, will I sing verily other songs to thee,And with these drops shalt thou grow strong.17 Where’er thy mind applies itself, vigour preeminent hast thou:There wilt thou gain a dwelling-place.18 Not for a moment only lasts thy bounty, good to many a one!Our service therefore shalt thou gain.19 Agni, the Bhārata, hath been sought, the Vṛtra-slayer, marked of all,Yea, Divodāsa's Hero Lord.20 For he gave riches that surpass in greatness all the things of earth,Fighting untroubled, unsubdued.21 Thou, Agni, as in days of old, with recent glory, gathered light,Hast overspread the lofty heaven.22 Bring to your Agni, O my friends, boldly your laud and sacrifice:Give the Disposer praise and song.23 For as sagacious Herald he hath sat through every age of man,Oblation-bearing messenger.24 Bring those Two Kings whose ways are pure, Ādityas, and the Marut host,Excellent God! and Heaven and Earth.25 For strong and active mortal man, excellent, Agni, is the look Of thee Immortal, Son of Strength26 Rich through his wisdom, noblest be the giver serving thee to-day:The man hath brought his hymn of praise.27 These, Agni, these are helped by thee, who strong and active all their lives,O'ercome the malice of the foe, fight down the malice ofthe foe.28 May Agni with his pointed blaze cast down each fierce devouring fiendMay Agni win us wealth by war.29 O active Jātavedas, bring riches with store of hero sons:Slay thou the demons, O Most Wise.30 Keep us, O Jātavedas, from the troubling of the man of sin:Guard us thou Sage who knowest prayer.31 Whatever sinner, Agni, brings oblations to procure our death,Save us from woe that he would work.32 Drive from us with thy tongue, O God, the man who doeth evil deeds,The mortal who would strike us dead.33 Give shelter reaching far and wide to Bharadvāja, conquering Lord!Agni, send wealth most excellent.34 May Agni slay the Vṛtras,—fain for riches, through the lord of song,Served with oblation, kindled, bright.35 His Father's Father, shining in his Mother's everlasting side,Set on the seat of holy Law.36 O active Jātavedas, bring devotion that wins progeny, Agni, that it may shine to heaven.37 O Child of Strength, to thee whose look is lovely we with dainty food,O Agni, have poured forth our songs.38 To thee for shelter are we come, as to the shade from fervent heatAgni, who glitterest like gold.39 Mighty as one who slays with shafts, or like a bull with sharpened horn,Agni, thou breakest down the forts.40 Whom, like an infant newly born, devourer, in their arms they bear,Men's Agni, skilled in holy rites.41 Bear to the banquet of the Gods the God best finder-out of wealth,Let him he seated in his place.42 In Jātavedas kindle ye the dear guest who hath now appearedIn a soft place, the homestead's Lord.43 Harness, O Agni, O thou God, thy steeds which are most excellent:They bear thee as thy spirit wills.44 Come hither, bring the Gods to us to taste the sacrificial feast,To drink the draught of Soma juice.45 O Agni of the Bharatas, blaze high with everlasting might,Shine forth and gleam, Eternal One.46 The mortal man who serves the God with banquet, and, bringing gifts at sacrifice, lauds Agni,May well attract, with prayer and hands uplifted, the Priest of Heaven and Earth, true Sacrificer.47 Agni, we bring thee, with our hymn, oblation fashioned in the heart.Let these be oxen unto thee, let these be bulls and kine to thee.48 The Gods enkindle Agni, best slayer of Vṛtra, first in rank,The Mighty, One who brings us wealth and crushes down the Rākṣasas.

HYMN XVII. Indra.1. DRINK Soma, Mighty One, for which, when lauded, thou breakest through the cattle-stall, O Indra;Thou who, O Bold One, armed with thunder smotest Vṛtra with might, and every hostile being.2 Drink it thou God who art impetuous victor, Lord of our hymns, with beauteousjaws, the Hero,Render of kine-stalls, car-borne, thunder-wielding, so pierce thy way to wondrous strength, O Indra.3 Drink as of old, and let the draught delight thee. hear thou our prayer and let our songs exalt thee.Make the Sun visible, make food abundant, slaughter the foes, pierce through and free the cattle.4 These gladdening drops, O Indra, Self-sustainer, quaffed shall augment thee in thy mighty splendour.Yea, let the cheering drops delight thee greatly, great, perfect, strong, powerful, all-subduing.5 Gladdened whereby, bursting the firm enclosures, thou gavest splendour to the Sun and Morning.The mighty rock that compassed in the cattle, ne’er moved, thou shookest from its seat, O Indra.6 Thou with thy wisdom, power, and works of wonder, hast stored the ripe milk in the raw cows' uddersUnbarred the firm doors for the kine of Morning, and, with the Aṅgirases, set free the cattle.7 Thou hast spread out wide earth, a mighty marvel, and, high thyself, propped lofty heaven, O Indra.Both worlds, whose Sons are Gods, thou hast supported, young, Mothers from old time ofholy Order.8 Yea, Indra, all the Deities installed thee their one strong Champion in the van for battle.What time the godless was the Gods’ assailant, Indra they chose to win the light of heaven.9 Yea, e’en that heaven itself of old bent backward before thy bolt, in terror of its anger,When Indra, life of every living creature, smote down within his lair the assailing Dragon.10 Yea, Strong One! Tvaṣṭar turned for thee, the Mighty, the bolt with thousand spikes and hundred edges,Eager and prompt at will, wherewith thou crushedst the boasting Dragon, O impetuous Hero.11 He dressed a hundred buffaloes, O Indra, for thee whom all accordant Maruts strengthen.He, Pūṣan Viṣṇu, poured forth three great vessels to him, the juice that cheers, that slaughters Vṛtra.12 Thou settest free the rushing wave of waters, the floods' great swell encompassed and obstructed.Along steep slopes their course thou tumedst, Indra, directed downward, speeding to the ocean.13 So may our new prayer bring thee to protect us, thee well-armed Hero with thy bolt of thunder,Indra, who made these worlds, the Strong, the ty, who never groweth old, the victory-giver.14 So, Indra, form us brilliant holy singers for strength, for glory, and for food and riches.Give Bharadvāja hero patrons, Indra Indra, be ours upon the day of trial.15 With this may we obtain strength God-appointed, and brave sons gladden us through a hundred winters.

HYMN XVIII. Indra.1. GLORIFY him whose might is all-surpassing, Indra the much-invoked who fights uninjured.Magnify with these songs the never-vanquished, the Strong, the Bull of men, the Mighty Victor.2 He, Champion, Hero, Warrior, Lord of battles, impetuous, loudly roaring, great destroyer,Who whirls the dust on high, alone, oerthrower, hath made all races of mankind his subjects.3 Thou, thou alone, hast tamed the Dasyus; singly thou hast subdued the people for the Ārya.In this, or is it not, thine hero exploit, Indra? Declare it at the proper season.4 For true, I deem, thy strength is, thine the Mighty, thine, O Most Potent, thine the Conquering Victor;Strong, of the strong, Most Mighty, of the mighty, thine, driver of the churl to acts of bounty.5 Be this our ancient bond of friendship with you and with Aṅgirases here who speak of Vala.Thou, Wondrous, Shaker of things firm, didst smite him in his fresh strength, and force his doors and castles.6 With holy thoughts must he be called, the Mighty, showing his power in the great fight with Vṛtra.He must be called to give us seed and offspring, the Thunderer must he moved and sped to battle.7 He in his might, with name that lives for ever, hath far surpassed all human generations.He, most heroic, hath his home with splendour, with glory and with riches and with valour.8 Stranger to guile, who ne’er was false or faithless, bearing a name that may be well remembered,Indra crushed Cumuri, Dhuni, Śambara, Pipru, and Śuṣṇa, that their castles fell in ruin.9 With saving might that must be praised and lauded, Indra, ascend thy car to smite down Vṛtra.In thy right hand hold fast thy bolt of thunder, and weaken, Bounteous Lord, his art and magic.10 As Agni, as the dart burns the dry forest, like the dread shaft burn down the fiends, O Indra;Thou who with high deep-reaching spear hast broken, hast covered over mischief and destroyed it.11 With wealth, by thousand paths come hither, Agni, paths that bring ample strength, O thou Most Splendid.Come, Son of Strength, o’er whom, Invoked of many! the godless hath no power to keep thee distant.12 From heaven, from earth is bruited forth the greatness of him the firm, the fiery, the resplendent.No foe hath he, no counterpart, no refuge is there from him the Conqueror full of wisdom13 This day the deed that thou hast done is famous, when thou, for him, with many thousand othersLaidest low Kutsa, Āyu, Atithigva, and boldly didst deliver Tūrvayāṇa.14 In thee, O God, the wisest of the Sages, all Gods were joyful when thou slewest Ahi.When lauded for thyself, thou gavest freedom to sore-afflicted Heaven and to the people.15 This power of thine both heaven and earth acknowledge, the deathless Gods acknowledge it, O Indra.Do what thou ne’er hast done, O Mighty Worker: beget a new hymn at thy sacrifices.

HYMN XIX. Indra.1. GREAT, hero-like controlling men is Indra, unwasting in his powers, doubled in vastness.He, turned to us, hath grown to hero vigour: broad, wide, he hath been decked by those who serve him.2 The bowl made Indra swift to gather booty, the High, the Lofty, Youthful, Undecaying,Him who hath waxed by strength which none may conquer, and even at once grown to complete perfection.3 Stretch out those hands of thine, extend to us-ward thy wide capacious arms, and grant us glory.Like as the household herdsman guards the cattle, so move thou round about us in the combat.4 Now, fain for strength, let us invite your Indra hither, who lieth hidden with his Heroes,—Free from all blame, without reproach, uninjured, e’en as were those who sang, of old, his praises.5 With steadfast laws, wealth-giver, strong through Soma, he hath much fair and precious food to feed us.In him unite all paths that lead to riches, like rivers that commingle with the ocean.6 Bring unto us the mightiest might, O Hero, strong and most potent force, thou great Subduer!All splendid vigorous powers of men vouchsafe us, Lord of Bay Steeds, that they may make us joyful.7 Bring us, grown mighty in its strength, O Indra, thy friendly rapturous joy that wins the battle,Wherewith by thee assisted and triumphant, we may laud thee in gaining seed and offspring.8 Indra, bestow on us the power heroic skilled and exceeding strong, that wins the booty,Wherewith, by thine assistance, we may conquer our foes in battle, be they kin or stranger.9 Let thine heroic strength come from behind us, before us, from above us or below us.From every side may it approach us, Indra. Give us the glory of the realm of splendour.10 With most heroic aid from thee, like heroes Indra, may we win wealth by deeds glory.Thou, King, art Lord of earthly, heavenly treasure: vouchsafe us riches vast, sublime, and lasting.11 The Bull, whose strength hath waxed, whom Maruts follow, free-giving Indra, the Celestial Ruler,Mighty, all-conquering, the victory-giver, him let us call to grant us new protection.12 Give up the people who are high and haughty to these men and to me, O Thunder-wielder!Therefore upon the earth do we invoke thee, where heroes win, for sons and kine and waters.13 Through these thy friendships, God invoked of many! may we be victors over every foeman.Slaying both kinds of foe, may we, O Hero, be happy, helped by thee, with ample riches.

HYMN XX. Indra.1. GIVE us wealth, Indra, that with might, as heaven o’ertops the earth, o’ercomes our foes in battleWealth that brings thousands and that wins the corn-lands, wealth, Son of Strength! that vanquishes the foeman.2 Even as the power of Dyaus, to thee, O Indra, all Asura sway was by the Gods entrusted,When thou, Impetuous! leagued with Viṣṇu, slewest Vṛtra the Dragon who enclosed the waters.3 Indra, Strong, Victor, Mightier than the mighty, addressed with prayer and perfect in his splendour,Lord of the bolt that breaketh forts in pieces, became the King of the sweet juice of Soma..4 There, Indra, while the light was won, the Paṇis f1ed, 'neath a hundred blows, for wise Dasoni,And greedy Śuṣṇa's magical devices nor left he any of their food remaining.5 What time the thunder fell and Śuṣṇa perished, all life's support from the great Druh was taken.Indra made room for his car-drivcr Kutsa who sate beside him, when he gained the sunlight.6 As the Hawk rent for him the stalk that gladdens, he wrenched the head from Namuci the Dāsa.He guarded Nam, Sayya's son, in slumber, and sated him with food, success, and riches.7 Thou, thunder-armed, with thy great might hast shattered Pipru's strong forts who knew the wiles of serpents.Thou gavest to thy worshipper Ṛjiśvan imperishable Wealth, O Bounteous Giver.8 The crafty Vetasu, the swift Dasni, and Tugra speedily with all his servants,Hath Indra, gladdening with strong assistance, forced near as ’twere to glorify the Mother.9 Resistless, with the hosts he battles, bearing in both his arms the Vṛtra-slaying thunder.He mounts his Bays, as the car-seat an archer: yoked at a word they bear the lofty Indra.10 May we, O Indra, gain by thy new favour: so Parus laud thee, with their sacrifices,That thou hast wrecked seven autumn forts, their shelter, slain Dāsa tribes and aided Purukutsa.11 Favouring Uśanā the son of Kavi, thou wast his ancient strengthener, O Indra.Thou gavest Navavāstva. as a present, to the great father gavest back his grandson.12 Thou, roaring Indra, drovest on the waters that made a roaring sound like rushing rivers,What time, O Hero, o’er the sea thou broughtest, in safety broughtest Turvaśa and Yadu.13 This Indra, was thy work in war: thou sentest Dhuni and Cumuri to sleep and slumber.Dabhīti lit the flame for thee, and worshipped with fuel, hymns, poured Soma, dressed oblations.

HYMN XXI. Indra. Viśvedevas.1. THESE the most constant singer's invocations call thee who art to be invoked, O Hero;Hymns call anew the chariot-borne, Eternal: by eloquence men gain abundant riches.2 I praise that Indra, known to all men, honoured with songs, extolled with hymns at sacrifices,Whose majesty, rich in wondrous arts, surpasseth the magnitude of earth, and heaven in greatness.3 He hath made pathways, with the Sun to aid him, throughout the darkness that extended pathless.Mortals who yearn to worship ne’er dishonour, O Mighty God, thy Law who art Immortal.4 And he who did these things, where is that Indra? among what tribes? what people doth he visit?What sacrifice contents thy mind , and wishes? What priest among them all? what hymn, O Indra?5 Yea, here were they who, born of old, have served thee, thy friends of ancient time, thou active Worker.Bethink thee now of these, Invoked of many! the midmost and the recent, and the youngest.6 Inquiring after him, thy later servants, Indra, have gained thy former old traditions.Hero, to whom the prayer is brought, we praise thee as great for that wherein we know thee mighty.7 The demon's strength is gathered fast against thee: great as that strength hath grown, go forth to meet it.With thine own ancient friend and companion, the thunderbolt, brave Champion! drive it backward.8 Hear, too, the prayer of this thy present beadsman, O Indra, Hero, cherishing the singer.For thou wast aye our fathers' Friend aforetime, still swift to listen to their supplication.9 Bring to our help this day, for our protection, Varuṇa, Mitra , Indra, and the Maruts,Pūṣan and Viṣṇu, Agni and Purandhi, Savitar also, and the Plants and Mountains.10 The singers here exalt with hymns and praises thee who art very Mighty and Most Holy.Hear, when invoked, the invoker's invocation. Beside thee there is nonelike thee, Immortal!11 Now to my words come quickly thou who knowest, O Son of Strength, with all who claim our worship,Who visit sacred rites, whose tongue is Agni, Gods who made Manu stronger than the Dasyu.12 On good and evil ways be thou our Leader, thou who art known to all as Path-preparer.Bring power to us, O Indra, with thy Horses, Steeds that are best to draw, broad-backed, unwearied.

HYMN XXII. Indra.1. WITH these my hymns I glorify that Indra who is alone to be invoked by mortals,The Lord, the Mighty One, of manly vigour, victorious, Hero, true, and full of wisdom.2 Our sires of old,. Navagvas, sages seven, while urging him to show his might, extolled him,Dwelling on heights, swift, smiting down opponents, guileless in word, and in his thoughts most mighty.3 We seek that Indra to obtain his riches that bring much food, and men, and store of heroes.Bring us, Lord of Bay Steeds, to make us joyful, celestial wealth, abundant, undecaying.4 Tell thou us this, if at thy hand aforetime the earlier singers have obtained good fortune,What is thy share and portion, Strong Subduer, Asura-slayer, rich, invoked of many?5 He who for car-borne Indra, armed with thunder, hath a hymn, craving, deeply-piercing, fluent,Who sends a song effectual, firmly-grasping, and strength-bestowing, he comes near the mighty.6 Strong of thyself, thou by this art hast shattered, with thought-swift Parvata, him who waxed against thee,And, Mightiest! roaring! boldly rent in pieces things that were firmly fixed and never shaken.7 Him will we fit for you with new devotion, the strongest Ancient One, in ancient manner.So may that Indra, boundless, faithful Leader, conduct us o’er all places hard to traverse.8 Thou for the people who oppress hast kindled the earthly firmament and that of heaven.With heat, O Bull, on every side consume them: heat earth and flood for him who hates devotion.9 Of all the Heavenly Folk, of earthly creatures thou art the King, O God of splendid aspect.In thy right hand, O Indra, grasp die thunder: Eternal! thou destroyest all enchantments.10 Give us confirmed prosperity, O Indra, vast and exhaustless for the foe's subduing.Strengthen therewith the Ārya's hate and Dāsa's, and let the arms of Nahusas be mighty.11 Come with thy team which brings all blessings hither, Disposer, much-invoked, exceeding holy.Thou whom no fiend, no God can stay or hinder, come swittly with these Steeds in my direction.

HYMN XXIII. Indra.1. THOU art attached to pressed-out Soma, Indra, at laud, at prayer, and when the hymn is chanted;Or when with yoked Bays, Maghavan, thou comest, O Indra, bearing in thine arms the thunder.2 Or when on that decisive day thou holpest the presser of the juice at Vṛtra's slaughter;Or when thou, while the strong one feared, undaunted, gavest to death, Indra, the daring Dasyus.3 Let Indra drink the pressed-out Soma, Helper and mighty Guide of him who sings his praises.He gives the hero room who pours oblations, and treasure even to the lowly singer.4 E’en humble rites with his Bay steeds he visits: he wields the bolt, drinks Soma, gives us cattle.He makes the valiant rich in store of heroes, accepts our praise and hears the singer's calling.5 What he hath longed for we have brought to Indra, who from the days of old hath done us service.While Soma flows we will sing hymn, and laud him, so that our prayer may streng. then Indra's vigour.6 Thou hast made prayer the means of thine exalting, therefore we wait on thee with hymns, O Indra.May we, by the pressed Soma, Somadrinker! bring thee, with sacrifice, blissful sweet refreshment.7 Mark well our sacrificial cake, delighted Indra, drink Soma and the milk commingled.Here on the sacrificer's grass be seated: give ample room to thy devoted servant.8 O Mighty One, be joyful as thou willest. Let these our sacrifices reach and find thee;And may this hymn and these our invocations turn thee, whom many men invoke, to help us.9 Friends, when thejuices flow, replenish duly your own, your bounteous Indra with the Soma.Will it not aid him to support us? Indra. spares him who sheds the juice to win his favour.10 While Soma flowed, thus Indra hath been lauded, Ruler of nobles, mid the Bharadvājas,That Indra may become the singer's patron and give him wealth in every kind of treasure.

HYMN XXIV. Indra.1. STRONG rapturous joy, praise, glory are with Indra: impetuous God, he quaffs the juice of Soma:That Maghavan whom men must laud with singing, Heaven-dweller, King of songs, whose help is lasting.2 He, Friend of man, most wise, victorious Hero, hears, with far-reaching aid, the singer call him.Excellent, Praise of Men, the bard's Supporter, Strong, he gives strength, extolled in holy synod.3 The lofty axle of thy wheels, O Hero, is not surpassed by heaven and earth in greatness.Like branches of a tree, Invoked of many manifold aids spring forth from thee, O Indra.4 Strong Lord, thine energies, endowed with vigour, are like the paths of kine converging homeward.Like bonds of cord, Indra, that bind the younglings, no bonds are they, O thou of boundless bounty.5 One act to-day, another act tomorrow oft Indra makes what is not yet existeni.Here have we Mitra, Varuṇa, and Pūṣan to overcome the foeman's domination.6 By song and sacrifice men brought the waters from thee, as from a mountain's ridge, O Indra.Urging thy might, with these fair lauds they seek thee, O theme of song, as horses rush tobattle.7 That Indra whom nor months nor autumn seasons wither with age, nor fleeting days enfeeble,—Still may his body Wax, e’en now so mighty, glorified by the lauds and hymns that praise him.8 Extolled, he bends not to the strong, the steadfast, nor to the bold incited by the Dasyu.High mountains are as level plains to Indra: even in the deep he finds firm ground to rest on.9 Impetuous Speeder through all depth and distance, give strengthening food, thou drinker of the juices.Stand up erect to help us, unreluctant, what time the gloom of night brightens to morning.10 Hasting to help, come hither and protect him, keep him from harm when he is here, O Indra.At home, abroad, from injury preserve him. May brave sons gladden us through a hundred winters.

HYMN XXV. Indra.1. WITH thine assistance, O thou Mighty Indra, be it the least, the midmost, or the highest,—Great with those aids and by these powers support us, Strong God! in battle that subdues our foemen.2 With these discomfit hosts that fight against us, and check the opponent's wrath, thyself uninjured.With these chase all our foes to every quarter: subdue the tribes of Dāsas to the Ārya.3 Those who array themselves as foes to smite us, O Indra, be they kin or be they strangers,—Strike thou their manly strength that it be feeble, and drive in headlong flight our foemen backward.4 With strength of limb the hero slays the hero, when bright in arms they range them for the combat.When two opposing hosts contend in battle for seed and offspring, waters, kine, or corn-lands.5 Yet no strong man hath conquered thee, no hero, no brave, no warrior trusting in his valour.Not one of these is match for thee, O Indra. Thou far surpassest all these living creatures.6 He is the Lord of both these armies' valour when the commanders call them to the conflict:When with their ranks expanded they are fighting with a great foe or for a home with heroes.7 And when the people stir themselves for battle, be thou their saviour, Indra, and protector,And theirs, thy manliest of our friends, the pious, the chiefs who have installed us priests, O Indra.8 To thee for high dominion hath been for evermore, for slaughtering the Vṛtras,All lordly power and might, O Holy Indra, given by Gods for victory in battle.9 So urge our hosts together in the combats: yield up the godless bands that fight against us.Singing, at morn may we find thee with favour, yea, Indra, and e’en now, we Bharadvājas.

HYMN XXVI. Indra.1. O INDRA, hear us. Raining down the Soma, we call on thee to win us mighty valour.Give us strong succour on the day of trial, when the tribes gather on the field of battle.2 The warrior, son of warrior sire, invokes thee, to gain great strength that may be won as booty:To thee, the brave man's Lord, the fiends' subduer, he looks when fighting hand to hand for cattle.3 Thou didst impel the sage to win the daylight, didst ruin Śuṣṇa for the pious Kutsa.The invulnerable demon's head thou clavest when thou wouldst win the praise of Atithigva.4 The lofty battle-car thou broughtest forward; thou holpest Dasadyu the strong when fighting.Along with Vetasu thou slewest Tugra, and madest Tuji strong, who praised thee, Indra.5 Thou madest good the laud, what time thou rentest a hundred thousand fighting foes, O Hero,Slewest the Dāsa Śambara of the mountain, and with strange aids didst succour Divodāsa.6 Made glad with Soma-draughts and faith, thou sentest Cumuri to his sleep, to please Dabhīti.Thou, kindly giving Raji to Pithinas, slewest with might, at once, the sixty thousand.7 May I too, with the liberal chiefs, O Indra, acquire thy blin supreme and domination,When, Mightiest! Hero-girt! Nahuṣa heroes boast them in thee, the triply-strong Defender.8 So may we he thy friends, thy best beloved, O Indra, at this holy invocation.Best be Pratardani, illustrious ruler, in slaying foemen and in gaining riches.

HYMN XXVII. Indra.1 WHAT deed hath Indra done in the wild transport, in quaffing or in friendship with, the Soma?What joys have men of ancient times or recent obtained within the chamber of libation?2 In its wild joy Indra hath proved him faithful, faithful in quaffing, faithful in its friendship.His truth is the delight that in this chamber the men of old and recent times have tasted.3 All thy vast power, O Maghavan, we know not, know not the riches of thy full abundance.No one hath seen that might of thine, productive of bounty every day renewed, O Indra.4 This one great power of thine our eyes have witnessed, wherewith thou slewest Varasikha's children,When by the force of thy descending thunder, at the mere solund, their boldest was demolished.5 In aid of Abhyavartin Cayamana, Indra destroyed the seed of Varasikha.At Hariyupiya he smote the vanguard of the Vrcivans, and the rear fled frighted.6 Three thousand, mailed, in quest of fame, together, on the Yavyavati, O much-sought Indra,Vrcivan's sons, falling before the arrow, like bursting vessels went to their destruction.7 He, whose two red Steers, seeking goodly pasture, plying their tongues move on 'twixt earth and heaven,Gave Turvaśa to Sṛñjaya, and, to aid him, gave the Vrcivans up to Daivavata.8 Two wagon-teams, with damsels, twenty oxen, O Agni, Abhydvartin Cayamdna,The liberal Sovran, giveth me. This guerdon of Prthu's seed is hard to win from others.

HYMN XXVIII. Cows.1. THE Kine have come and brought good fortune: let them rest in the cow-pen and be happy near us.Here let them stay prolific, many-coloured, and yield through many morns their milk for Indra.2 Indra aids him who offers sacrifice and gifts: he takes not what is his, and gives him more thereto.Increasing ever more and ever more his wealth, he makes the pious dwell within unbroken bounds.3 These are ne’er lost, no robber ever injures them: no evil-minded foe attempts to harass them.The master of the Kine lives many a year with these, the Cows whereby he pours his gifts and serves the Gods.4 The charger with his dusty brow o’ertakes them not, and never to the shambles do they take their way.These Cows, the cattle of the pious worshipper, roam over widespread pasture where no danger is.5 To me the Cows seem Bhaga, they seem Indra, they seem a portion of the first-poured Soma.These present Cows, they, O ye Indra. I long for Indra with my heart and spirit.6 O Cows, ye fatten e’en the worn and wasted, and make the unlovely beautiful tolook on.Prosper my house, ye with auspicious voices. Your power is glorified in our assemblies.7 Crop goodly pasturage and be prolific drink pure sweet water at good drinking places.Never be thief or sinful man your matter, and may the dart of Rudra still avoid you.8 Now let this close admixture be close intermigled with these Cows,Mixt with the Steer's prolific flow, and, Indra, with thy hero might.

HYMN XXIX Indra.1. YOUR men have followed Indra for his friendship, and for his loving-kindness glorified him.For he bestows great wealth, the Thunder-wielder: worship him, Great and Kind, to win his favour.2 Him to whose hand, men closely cling, and drivers stand on his golden chariot firmly stationed.With his firm arms he holds the reins; his Horses, the Stallions, are yoked ready for the journey.3 Thy devotees embrace thy feet for glory. Bold, thunder-armed, rich, through thy strength, in guerdon,Robed in a garment fair as heaven to look on, thou hast displayed thee like an active dancer.4 That Soma when effused hath best consistence, for which the food is dressed and grain is mingled;By which the men who pray, extolling Indra chief favourites of Gods, recite their praises.5 No limit of thy might hath been appointed, which by its greatness sundered earth and heaven.These the Prince filleth full with strong endeavour, driving, as ’twere, with help his flocks to waters.6 So be the lofty Indra prompt to listen, Helper unaided, golden-visored Hero.Yea, so may he, shown forth in might unequalled, smite down the many Vṛtras and the Dasyus.

HYMN XXX. Indra.1. INDRA hath waxed yet more for hero prowess, alone, Eternal, he bestoweth treasures.Indra transcendeth both the worlds in greatness: one half of him equalleth earth and heaven.2 Yea, mighty I esteem his Godlike nature: none hindereth what he hath once determined.Near and afar he spread and set the regions, and every day the Sun became apparent.3 E’en now endures thine exploit of the Rivers, when, Indra, for their floods thou clavest passage.Like men who sit at meat the mountains settled: by thee, Most Wise! the regions were made steadfast.4 This is the truth, none else is like thee, Indra, no God superior to thee, no mortal.Thou slewest Ahi who besieged the waters, and lettest loose the streams to hurry seaward.5 Indra, thou breakest up the floods and portals on all sides, and the firmness of the mountain.Thou art the King of men, of all that liveth, engendering at once Sun, Heaven, and Morning.

HYMN XXXI Indra.1. SOLE Lord of wealth art thou, O Lord of riches: thou in thine hands hast held the people, Indra!Men have invoked thee with contending voices for seed and waters, progeny and sunlight.2 Through fear of thee, O Indra, all the regions of earth, though naught may move them, shake and tremble.All that is firm is frightened at thy coming, -the earth, the heaven, the mountain, and the forest.3 With Kutsa, Indra! thou didst conquer Śuṣṇa, voracious, bane of crops, in fight for cattle.In the close fray thou rentest him: thou stolest the Sun's wheel and didst drive away misfortunes.4 Thou smotest to the ground the hundred castles, impregnable, of Śambara the Dasyu,When, Strong, with might thou holpest Divodāsa who poured libations out, O Soma-buyer, and madest Bharadvāja rich who praised thee.5 As such, true Hero, for great joy of battle mount thy terrific car, O Brave and Manly.Come with thine help to me, thou distant Roamer, and, glorious God, spread among men my glory.

HYMN XXXII Indra.1. I WITH my lips have fashioned for this Hero words never matched, most plentiful and auspicious,For him the Ancient, Great, Strong, Energetic, the very mighty Wielder of the Thunder.2 Amid the sages, with the Sun he brightened the Parents: glorified, he burst the mountain;And, roaring with the holy-thoughted singers, he loosed the bond that held the beams of Morning.3 Famed for great deeds, with priests who kneel and laud him, he still hath conquered in the frays for cattle,And broken down the forts, the Fort-destroyer, a Friend with friends, a Sage among the sages.4 Come with thy girthed mares, with abundant vigour and plenteous strength to him who sings thy praises.Come hither, borne by mares with many heroes, Lover of song! Steer! for the people's welfare.5 Indra with rush and might, sped by his Coursers, hath swiftly won the waters from the southward.Thus set at liberty the rivers daily flow to their goal, incessant and exhaustless.

HYMN XXXIII. Indra.1. GIVE us the rapture that is mightiest, Indra, prompt to bestow and swift to aid, O Hero,That wins with brave steeds where brave steeds encounter, and quells the Vṛtras and the foes in battle.2 For with loud voice the tribes invoke thee, Indra, to aid them in the battlefield of heroes.Thou, with the singers, hast pierced through the Paṇis: the charger whom thou aidest wins the booty.3 Both races, Indra, of opposing foemen, O Hero, both the Ārya and the Dāsa,Hast thou struck down like woods with well-shot lightnings: thou rentest them in fight, most manly Chieftain!4 Indra, befriend us with no scanty succour, prosper and aid us, Loved of all that liveth,When, fighting for the sunlight, we invoke thee, O Hero, in the fray, in war's division.5 Be ours, O Indra, now and for the future, be graciously inclined and near to help us.Thus may we, singing, sheltered by the Mighty, win many cattle on the day of trial.

HYMN XXXIV. Indra.1. FULL Many songs have met in thee, O Indra, and many a noble thought from thee proceedeth.Now and of old the eulogies of sages, their holy hymns and lauds, have yearned for Indra.2 He, praised of many, bold, invoked of many, alone is glorified at sacrifices.Like a car harnessed for some great achievement, Indra must be the cause of our rejoicing.3 They make their way to Indra and exalt him, bim whom no prayers and no laudations trouble;For when a hundred or a thousand singers. laud him who loves the song their praise delights him.4 As brightness mingles with the Moon in heaven, the offered Soma yearns to mix with Indra.Like water brought to men in desert places, our gifts at sacrifice have still refreshed him.5 To him this mighty eulogy, to Indra hath this our laud been uttered by the poets,That in the great encounter with the foemen, Loved of all life, Indra may guard and help us.

HYMN XXXV. Indra.1. WHEN shall our prayers rest in thy car beside thee? When dost thou give the singer food for thousands?When wilt thou clothe this poet's laud with plenty, and when wilt thou enrich our hymns with booty?2 When wilt thou gatber men with men, O Indra, heroes with heroes, and prevail in combat?Thou shalt win triply kine in frays for cattle, so, Indra, give thou us celestial glory.3 Yea, when wilt thou, O Indra, thou Most Mighty, make the prayer all-sustaining for the singer?When wilt thou yoke, as we yoke songs, thy Horses, and come to offerings that bring wealth in cattle?4 Grant to the Singer food with store of cattle, splendid with horses and the fame of riches.Send food to swell the milch-cow good at milking: bright be its shine among the Bharadvājas.5 Lead otherwise this present foeman, Śakra! Hence art thou praised as Hero, foe destroyerHim who gives pure gifts may I praise unceasing. Sage, quicken the Aṅgirases by devotion.

HYMN XXXVI. Indra.1. THY raptures ever were for all men's profit: so evermore have been thine earthly riches.Thou still hast been the dealer-forth of vigour, since among Gods thou hast had power and Godhead.2 Men have obtained his strength by sacrificing, and ever urged him, on to hero valour.For the rein-seizing, the impetuous Charger they furnished power even for Vṛtra's slaughter.3 Associate with him, as teams of horses, help, manly might, and vigour follow Indra.As rivers reach the sea, so, strong with praises, our holy songs reach him the Comprehensive.4 Lauded by us, let flow the spring, O Indra, of excellent and brightly-shining riches.For thou art Lord of men, without an equal: of all the world thou art the only Sovran.5 Hear what thou mayst hear, thou who, fain for worship, as heaven girds earth, guardest thy servant's treasure;Tlat thou mayst be our own, joying in power, famed through thy might in every generation.

HYMN XXXVII Indra.1. LET thy Bay Horses, yoked, O mighty Indra, bring thy car hither fraught with every blessing.For thee, the Heavenly, e’en the poor invoketh: may we this day, thy feast-companions, prosper.2 Forth to the vat the brown drops flow for service, and purified proceed directly forward.May Indra drink of this, our guest aforetime, Celestial King of the strong draught of Soma.3 Bringing us hitherward all-potent Indra on well-wheeled chariot, may the Steeds who bear himConvey him on the road direct to glory, and ne’er may Vāyu's Amṛta cease and fail him.4 Supreme, he stirs this man to give the guerdon,—Indra, most efficacious of the princes,—Wherewith, O Thunderer, thou removest sorrow, and, Bold One! partest wealth among the nobles.5 Indra is hewho gives enduring vigour: may our songs magnify the God Most Mighty.Best Vṛtra-slayer be the Hero Indra these things he gives as Prince, with strong endeavour.

HYMN XXXVIII. Indra.1. HE hath drunk hence, Most Marvellous, and carried away our great and splendid call on Indra.The Bounteous, when we serve the Gods, accepteth song yet more famous and the gifts we bring him.2 The speaker filleth with a cry to Indra his ears who cometh nigh e’en from a distance.May this my call bring Indra to my presence, this call to Gods composed in sacred verses.3 Him have I sung with my best song and praises, Indra of ancient birth and Everlasting.For prayer and songs in him are concentrated: let laud wax mighty when addressed to Indra:4 Indra, whom sacrifice shall strengthen, Soma, and song and hymn, and praises and devotion,Whom Dawns shall strengthen when the night departeth, Indra whom days shall strengthen, months, and autumns.5 Him, born for conquering might in full perfection, and waxen strongfor bounty and for glory,Great, Powerful, will we to-day, O singer, invite to aid. us and to quell our foemen.

HYMN XXXIX Indra.1. OF this our charming, our celestial Soma, eloquent, wise, Priest, with inspired devotion,Of this thy close attendant, hast thou drunken. God, send the singer food with milk to grace it.2 Craving the kine, rushing against the mountain led on by Law, with holyminded comrades,He broke the never-broken ridge of Vala. With words of might Indra subdued the Paṇis.3 This Indu lighted darksome nights, O Indra, throughout the years, at morning and at evening.Him have they stablished as the days' bright ensign. He made the Mornings to be born in splendour.4 He shone and caused to shme the worlds that shone not. By Law he lighted up the host of Mornings.He moves with Steeds yoked by eternal Order, contenting men with nave that finds the sunlight.5 Now, praised, O Ancient King! fill thou the singer with plenteous food that he may deal forth treasures.Give waters, herbs that have no poison, forests, and kine, and steeds, and men, to him who lauds thee.

HYMN XL. Indra1. DRINK, Indra; juice is shed to make thee joyful: loose thy Bay Steeds and give thy friends their freedom.Begin the song, seated in our assembly. Give strength for sacrifice to him who singeth.2 Drink thou of this whereof at birth, O Indra, thou drankest, Mighty One for power and rapture.The men, the pressing-stones, the cows, the waters have made this Soma ready for thy drinking.3 The fire is kindled, Soma pressed, O Indra: let thy Bays, best to draw, convey thee hither.With mind devoted, Indra, I invoke thee. Come, for our great prosperity approach us.4 Indra, come hither: evermore thou camest through our great strong desire to drink the Soma.Listen and hear the prayers which now we offer, and let this sacrifice increase thy vigour.5 Mayst thou, O Indra, on the day of trial, present or absent, wheresoe’er thou dwellest,Thence, with thy team, accordant with the Maruts, Song-lover! guard our sacrifice, to help us.

HYMN XLI. Indra.1. COME gracious to our sacrifice, O Indra: pressed Soma-drops are purified to please thee.As cattle seek their home, so Thunderwielder, come, Indra, first of those who claim our worship.2 With that well-formed most wide-extending palate, wherewith thou ever drinkest streams of sweetness,Drink thou; the Adhvaryu standeth up before thee: let thy spoil-winning thunderbolt attend thee.3 This drop, steer-strong and omniform, the Soma, hath been made ready for the Bull, for India.Drink this, Lord of the Bays, thou Strong Supporter, this that is thine of old, thy food for ever.4 Soma when pressed excels the unpressed Soma, better, for one who knows, to give him pleasure.Come to this sacrifice of ours, O Victor replenish all thy powers with this libation.5 We call on thee, O Indra: come thou hither: sufficient be the Soma for thy body.Rejoice thee, Śatakratu! in the juices guard us in wars, guard us among our people.

HYMN XLII. Indra.1. BRING sacrificial gifts to him, Omniscient, for he longs to drink,The Wanderer who comes with speed, the Hero ever in the van.2 With Soma go ye nigh to him chief drinker of the Soma's juice:With beakers to the Impetuous God, to Indra with the drops effused.3 What time, with Soma, with the juice effused, ye come before the God,Full wise he knows the hope of each, and, Bold One, strikes this foe and that.4 To him, Adhvaryu! yea, to him give offerings of the juice expressed.Will he not keep us safely from the spiteful curse of each presumptuous high-born foe?

HYMN XLIII. Indra1. IN whose wild joy thou madest once Śambara Divodāsa's prey,This Soma is pressed out for thee, O Indra: drink!2 Whose gladdening draught, shed from the points, thou guardest in the midst and end,This Soma is pressed out for thee, O Indra drink!3 In whose wild joy thou settest free the kine held fast within the rock,This Soma is pressed out for thee, O Indra: drink!4 This, in whose juice delighting thou gainest the might of Maghavan,This Soma is pressed out for thee, O Indra drink!

HYMN XLIV. Indra.1. THAT which is wealthiest, Wealthy God in splendoursmost illustrious,Soma is pressed: thy gladdening draught, Indra! libation's Lord! is this.2 Effectual, Most Effectual One! thine, as bestowing wealth of hymns,Soma is pressed: thy gladdening draught, Indra! libation's Lord! is this.3 Wherewith thou art increased in strength, and conquerest with thy proper aids,Soma is pressed: thy gladdening draught, Indra! libation's Lord! is this.4 Him for your sake I glorify as Lord of Strength who wrongeth none,The Hero Indra, conquering all, Most Bounteous, God of all the tribes.5 Those Goddesses, both Heaven and Earth, revere the power and might of him,Him whom our songs increase in strength, the Lord of bounty swift to come.6 To seat your Indra, I will spread abroad with power this song of praise.The saving succours that abide in him, like songs, extend and grow.7 A recent Friend, he found the skilful priest: he drank, and showed forth treasure from the Gods.He conquered, borne by strong all-shaking mares, and was with far-spread power his friends' Protector.8 In course of Law the sapient juice was quaffed: the Deities to glory turned their mind.Winning through hymns a lofty title, he, the Lovely, made his beauteous form apparent.9 Bestow on us the most illustrious strength ward off men's manifold malignities.Give with thy might abundant vital force, and aid us graciously in gaining riches.10 We turn to thee as Giver, liberal Indra. Lord of the Bay Steeds, be not thou ungracious.No friend among mankind have we to lookto: why have men called thee him who spurs the niggard?11 Give us not up, Strong Hero! to the hungry: unharmed be we whom thou, so rich, befriendest.Full many a boon hast thou for men demolish those who present no gifts nor pour oblations.12 As Indra thundering impels the rain-clouds, so doth he send us store of kine and horses.Thou art of old the Cherisher of singers let not the rich who bring no gifts deceive thee.13 Adbyaryu, hero, bring to mighty Indrafor he is King thereof-the pressed-out juices;To him exalted by the hymns and praises, ancient and modern, of the singing Ṛṣis.14 In the wild joy of this hath Indra, knowing full many a form, struck down resistless Vṛtras.Proclaim aloud to him the savoury Soma so that the Hero, strong of jaw, may drink it.15 May Indra drink this Soma poured to please him, and cheered therewith slay Vṛtra with his thunder.Come to our sacrifice even from a distance, good lover of our songs, the bard's Supporter.16 The cup whence Indra drinks the draught is present: the Amṛta dear to Indra hath been drunken,That it may cheer the God to gracious favour, and keep far from us hatred and affliction.17 Therewith enraptured, Hero, slay our foemen, the unfriendly, Maghavan be they kin or strangers,Those who still aim their hostile darts to smite us, turn them to flight, O Indra, crush and kill them.18 O Indra Maghavan, in these our battles win easy paths for us and ample freedom.That we may gain waters and seed and offspring, set thou our princes on thy side, O Indra.19 Let thy Bay Stallions, harnessed, bring thee hither, Steeds with strong chariot and strong reins to hold them,Strong Horses, speeding hither, bearing thunder, well-harnessed, for the strong exciting potion.20 Beside the vat, Strong God! stand thy strong Horses, shining with holy oil, like waves exulting.Indra, they bring to thee, the Strong and Mighty, Soma of juices shed by mighty press-stones.21 Thou art the Bull of earth, the Bull of heaven, Bull of the rivers, Bull of standing waters.For thee, the Strong, O Bull, hath Indu swollen. juice pleasant, sweet to drink, for thine election.22 This God, with might, when first he had his being, with Indra for ally, held fast the Paṇi.This Indu stole away the warlike weapons, and foiled the arts of his malignant father.23 The Dawns he wedded to a glorious Consort, and set within the Sun the light that lights him.He found in heaven, in the third lucid regions, the threefold Amṛta in its close concealment.24 He stayed and held the heaven and earth asunder: the chariot with the sevenfold reins he harnessed.This Soma Set with power within the milch-kine a spring whose ripe contents ten fingers empty.

HYMN XLV. Indra.1. THAT Indra is our youthful Friend, who with his trusty guidance ledTurvaśa, Yadu from afar.2 Even to the dull and uninspired Indra, gives vital power, and winsEven with slow steed the offered prize.3 Great are his ways of guiding us, andṅanilbld are Ins eulogies:His kind protections never fail.4 Friends, sing your psalm and offer praise to him to whom the prayer is brought:For our great Providence is he.5 Thou, Slaughterer of Vṛtra, art Guardian and Friend of one and two,Yea, of a man like one of us.6 Beyond men's hate thou leadest us, and givest cause to sing thy praise:Good hero art thou called by men.7 I call with hymns, as ’twere a cow to milk, the Friend who merits praise,The Brahman who accepts the prayer.8 Him in whose hands they say are stored all treasures from the days of old,The Hero, conquering in the fight.9 Lord of Strength, Caster of the Stone, destroy the firm forts built by men,And foil their arts, unbending God!10 Thee, thee as such, O Lord of Power, O Indra, Soma-drinker, true,We, fain for glory, have invoked.11 Such as thou wast of old, and art now to be called on when the prizelies ready, listen to our call.12 With hymns and coursers we will gain, Indra, through thee, both steeds and spoilMost glorious, and the proffered prize.13 Thou, Indra, Lover of the Song, whom men must stir to help, hast beenGreat in the contest for the prize.14 Slayer of foes, whatever aid of thine imparts the swiftest course,With that impel our car to speed.15 As skilfullest of those who drive the chariot, with our art and aim,O Conqueror, win the proffered prize.16 Praise him who, Matchless and Alone, was born the Lord of living men,Most active, with heroic soul.17 Thou who hast been the singers' Friend, a Friend auspicious with thine aid,As such, O Indra, favour us.18 Grasp in thine arms the thunderbolt, O Thunder-armed, to slay the fiends:Mayst thou subdue the foemen's host.19 I call the ancient Friend, allied with wealth, who speeds the lowly man,Him to whom chiefly prayer is brought.20 For he alone is Lord of all the treasures of the earth: he speedsHither, chief Lover of the Song.21 So with thy yoked teams satisfy our wish with power and wealth in steedsAnd cattle, boldly, Lord of kine!22 Sing this, what time the ' juice is pressed, to him your Hero, Much-invoked,To please him as a mighty Steer.23 He, Excellent, withholdeth not his gift of power and wealth in kine,When he hath listened to our songs.24 May he with might unclose for us the cow's stall, whosesoe’er it be,To which the Dasyu-slayer goes.25 O Indra Śatakratu, these our songs have called aloud to thee,Like mother cows to meet their calves.26 Hard is thy love to win: thou art a Steer to him who longs for steers:Be to one craving steeds a Steed.27 Delight thee with the juice we pour for thine own great munificence:Yield not thy singer to reproach.28 These songs with every draught we pour come, Lover of the Song, to thee,As milch-kine hasten to their young29 To thee most oft invoked, amid the many singers' rivalryWho beg with all their might for wealth.30 Nearest and most attractive may our laud, O Indra come to thee.Urge thou us on to ample wealth.31 Brbu hath set himself above the Paṇis, o’er their highest head,Like the wide bush on Gan!gā's bank.32 He whose good bounty, thousandfold, swift as the rushing of the wind,Suddenly offers as a gift.33 So all our singers ever praise the pious Brbu's noble deed,Chief, best to give his thousands, best to give a thousand liberal gifts.

HYMN XLVI. Indra.1. THAT we may win us wealth and power we poets, verily, call on thee:In war men call on thee, Indra, the hero's Lord, in the steed's race-course call on thee.2 As such, O Wonderful, whose hand holds thunder, praised as mighty, Caster of the Stone!Pour on us boldly, Indra, kine and chariotsteeds, ever to be the conqueror's strength.3 We call upon that Indra, who, most active, ever slays the foe:Lord of the brave, Most Manly, with a thousand powers, help thou and prosper us in fight.4 Rcisama, thou forcest men as with a bull, with anger, in the furious fray.Be thou our Helper in the mighty battle fought for sunlight, water, and for life.5 O Indra, bring us name and fame, enriching, mightiest, excellent,Wherewith, O Wondrous God, fair-visored, thunder-armed, thou hast filled full this earth and heaven.6 We call on thee, O King, Mighty amid the Gods, Ruler of men, to succour us.All that is weak in us, Excellent God, make firm: make our foes easy to subdue.7 All strength and valour that is found, Indra, in tribes of Nahusas, and all the splendid fame that the Five Tribes enjoyBring, yea, all manly powers at once.8 Or, Maghavan, what vigorous strength in Trksi lay, in Druhyus or in Paru's folk,Fully bestow on us, that, in the conquering fray, we may subdue our foes in fight.9 O Indra, grant a happy home, a triple refuge triply strong.Bestow a dwelling-place on the rich lords and me, and keep thy dart afar from these.10 They who with minds intent on spoil subdue the foe, boldly attack and smite him down,—From these, O Indra Maghavan who lovest song, be closest guardian of our lives.11 And now, O Indra, strengthen us: come near and aid us in the fight,What time the feathered shafts are flying in the air, the arrows with their sharpened points.12 Give us, where heroes strain their bodies in the fight, the shelter that our fathers loved.To us and to our sons give refuge: keep afar all unobserved hostility.13 When, Indra, in the mighty fray thou urgest chargers to their speed,On the uneven road and on a toilsome path, like falcons, eager for renown,14 Speeding like rivers rushing down a steep descent, responsive to the urging call,That come like birds attracted to the bait, held in by reins in both the driver's hands.

HYMN XLVII. Indra, Etc.1. YEA, this is good to taste and full of. sweetness, verily it is strong and rich in flavour.No one may conquer Indra in the battle when he hath drunken of the draught we offer.2 This sweet juice here had mightiest power to gladden: it boldened Indra when he siaughtered Vṛtra,When he defeated Śambara's many onslaughts, and battered down his nineand ninety ramparts.3 This stirreth up my voice when I have drunk it: this hath aroused from sleep my yearning spirit.This Sage hath measured out the six expanses from which no single creature is excluded.4 This, even this, is he who hath created the breadth of earth, the lofty height of heaven.He formed the nectar in three headlong rivers. Soma supports the wide mid-air above us.5 He found the wavy sea of brilliant colours in forefront of the Dawns who dwell in brightness.This Mighty One, the Steer begirt by Maruts, hath propped the heavens up with a mighty pillar.6 Drink Soma boldly from the beaker, Indra, in war for treasures, Hero, Vṛtra-slayer!Fill thyself full at the mid-day libation, and give us wealth, thou Treasury of riches.7 Look out for us, O Indra, as our Leader, and guide us on to gain yet goodlier treasure.Excellent Guardian, bear us well through peril, and lead us on to wealth with careful guidance.8 Lead us to ample room, O thou who knowest, to happiness, security, and sunlight.High, Indra, are the arms of thee the Mighty: may we betake. us to their lofty shelter.9 Set us on widest chariot-seat, O Indra, with two steeds best to draw, O Lord of Hundreds!Bring us the best among all sorts of viands: let not the foe's wealth, Maghavan, subdue us.10 Be gracious, Indra, let my days be lengthened: sharpen my thought as ’twere a blade of ironApprove whatever words I speak, dependent on thee, and grant me thy divine protection.11 Indra the Rescuer, Indra the Helper, Hero who listens at each invocation,Śakra I call, Indra invoked of many. May Indra Maghavan prosper and bless us.12 May helpful Indra as our good Protector, Lord of all treasures, favour us with succour,Baffle our foes, and give us rest and safety, and may we be the lords of hero vigour.13 May we enjoy the grace of him the Holy, yea, may we dwell in his auspicious favour.May helpful Indra as our good Preserver drive from us, even from afar, our foemen.14 Like rivers rushing down a slope, O Indra, to thee haste songs and prayers and linked verses.Thou gatherest, Thunderer! like widespread bounty, kine, water, drops, and manifold libations.15 Who lauds him, satisfies him, pays him worship? E’en the rich noble still hath found him mighty.With power, as when one moves his feet alternate, he makes the last precede, the foremost follow.16 Famed is the Hero as each strong man's tamer, ever advancing one and then another.King of both worlds, hating the high and haughty, Indra protects the men who are his people.17 He loves no more the men he loved aforetime: he turns and moves away allied with others.Rejecting those who disregard his worship, Indra victorious lives through many autumns.18 In every figure he hath been the mode: this is his only form for us to look on.Indra moves multiform by his illusions; for his Bay Steeds are yoked, ten times a hundred.19 Here Tvaṣṭar, yoking to the car the Bay Steeds, hath extended sway.Who will for ever stand upon the foeman's side, even when our princes sit at ease?20 Gods, we have reached a country void of pasture the land, though spacious, was too small to hold us.Bṛhaspati, provide in war for cattle; find a path, Indra, for this faithful singer.21 Day after day far from their seat he drove them, alike, from place to place, those darksome creatures.The Hero slew the meanly-huckstering Dāsas, Varcin and Śambara, where the waters gather.22 Out of thy bounty, Indra, hath Prastoka bestowed ten coffers and ten mettled horses.We have received in turn from Divodāsa Śambara's wealth, the gift of Atithigva.23 Ten horses and ten treasure-chests, ten garments as an added gift,These and ten lumps of gold have I received from Divodāsa's hand.24 Ten cars with extra steed to each, for the Atharvans hundred cows,Hath Asvatha to Payu given.25 Thus Sṛñjaya's son honoured the Bharadvājas, recipients of all noble gifts and bounty.26 Lord of the wood, be firm and strong in body: be, bearing us, a brave victorious heroShow forth thy strength, compact with straps of leather, and let thy rider win all spoils of battle.27 Its mighty strength was borrowed from the heaven and earth: its conquering force was brought from sovrans of the wood.Honour with holy gifts the Car like Indra's bolt, the Car bound round with straps, the vigour of the floods.28 Thou Bolt of Indra, Vanguard of the Maruts, close knit to Varuṇa and Child of Mitra,—As such, accepting gifts which here we offer, receive, O Godlike Chariot, these oblations.29 Send forth thy voice aloud through earth and heaven, and let the world in all its breadth regard thee;O Drum, accordant with the Gods and Indra, drive thou afar, yea, very far, our foemen.30 Thunder out strength and fill us full of vigour: yea, thunder forth and drive away all dangers.Drive hence, O War-drum, drive away misfortune: thou art the Fist of Indra: show thy firmness.31 Drive hither those, and these again bring hither: the War-drum speaks aloud as battle's signal.Our heroes, winged with horses, come together. Let our car-warriors, Indra, be triumphant.

HYMN XLVIII. Agni and Others.1. SING to your Agni with each song, at every sacrifice, for strength.Come, let us praise the Wise and Everlasting God, even as a well-beloved Friend,2 The Son of Strength; for is he not our gracious Lord? Let us serve him who bears our gifts.In battle may he be our help and strengthener, yea, be the saviour of our lives.3 Agni, thou beamest forth with light, great Hero, never changed by time.Shining, pure Agni! with a light that never fades, beam with thy fair beams brilliantly.4 Thou worshippest great Gods: bring them without delay by wisdom and thy wondrous power.O Agni, make them turn hither to succour us. Give strength, and win it for thyself.5 He whom floods, stones, and trees support, the offspring of eternal Law;He who when rubbed with force is brought to life by men upon the lofty height of earth;6 He who hath filled both worlds fult with his brilliant shine, who hastens with his smoke to heaven;He made himself apparent through the gloom by night, the Red Bull in the darksome nights, the Red Bull in the darksome nights.7 O Agni, with thy lofty beams, with thy pure brilliancy, O God,Kindled, Most Youthful One! by Bharadvāja's hand, shine on us, O pure God, with wealth, shine, Purifier! splendidly.8 Thou art the Lord of house and home of all the tribes, O Agni, of all tribes of men.Guard with a hundred forts thy kindler from distress, through hundred winters, Youngest God! and those who make thy singers rich.9 Wonderful, with thy favouring help, send us thy bounties, gracious Lord.Thou art the Charioteer, Agni, of earthly wealth: find rest and safety for our seed.10 With guards unfailing never negligent speed thou our children and our progeny.Keep far from us, O Agni, all celestial wrath and wickedness of godless men.11 Hither, O friends, with newest song drive her who freely pours her milk;Loose her who never turns away;12 Who, for the host of Maruts bright with native sheen, hath shed immortal fame like milk;Whom the impetuous Maruts look upon with love, who moves in splendour on their ways.13 For Bharadvāja she poured down in days of oldThe milch-cow yielding milk for all, and food that gives all nourishment.14 Your friend like Indra passing wise, with magic power like Varuṇa.Like Aryaman joy-giving, bringing plenteous food like ViSnxu for my wish, I praise,15 Bright as the host of Maruts mighty in their roar. May they bring Pūṣan free from foes;May they bring hither hundreds, thousands for our men: may they bring hidden stores to light, and make wealth easy to be found.16 Haste to me, Pūṣan, in thine car, bright Deity: I fain would speak:Most sinful is our foeman's hate.17 Tear not up by the roots the Kakambira tree: destroy thou all malignity.Let them not snare by day the neck of that Celestial Bird the Sun.18 Uninjured let thy friendship be, like the smooth surface of a skin,A flawless skin, containing curds, full to the mouth, containing curds.19 For thou art high above mankind, in glory equal to the Gods.Therefore, O Pūṣan, look upon us in the fight: now help us as in days of old.20 May the kind excellence of him the Kind, loud Roarers! be our guide,Be it the God's, O Maruts, or a mortal man's who worships, ye impetuous Ones!21 They whose high glory in a moment like the God, the Sun, goes round the space of heaven,The Maruts have obtained bright strength, a sacred name, strength that destroys the Vṛtras, strength Vṛtra-destroying excellent.22 Once, only once, the heaven was made, once only once, the earth was formed-Once, only Pṛśni's milk was shed: no second, after this, is born.

HYMN XLIX. Viśvedevas.1. I LAUD with newest songs the Righteous People, Mitra and Varuṇa who make us happy.Let them approach, here let them listen,Agni, Varuṇa, Mitra, Lords of fair dominion.2 Him, to be praised at each tribe's sacrifices, the Two young Matrons' sober-minded Herald,The Son of Strength, the Child of Heaven, the signal of sacrifice, red Agni will I worship.3 Unlike in form are the Red God's two Daughters: one is the Sun's, and stars bedeck the other.Apart, the Sanctifiers, in succession, come to the famed hymn, praised in holy verses.4 I with a lofty song call hither Vāyu, all-bounteous, filler of his car, most wealthy.Thou, Sage, with bright path, Lord of harnessed horses, impetuous, promptly honourest the prudent.5 That chariot of the Aśvins, fair to look on, pleaseth me well, yoked with a thought, refulgent,Wherewith, Nāsatyas, Chiefs, ye seek our dwelling, to give new strength to us and to our children.6 Bulls of the Earth, O Vāta and Parjanya, stir up for us the regions of the water.Hearers of truth, ye, Sages, World-Supporters, increase his living wealth whose songs delight you.7 So may Sarasvatī, the Hero's Consort, brisk with rare life, the lightning's Child, inspire us,And, with the Dames accordant, give the singer a refuge unassailable and flawless.8 I praise with eloquence him who guards all pathways. He, when his love impelled him, went to Arka.May he vouchsafe us gear with gold to grace it: may Pūṣan make each prayer of ours efective.9 May Herald Agni, fulgent, bring for worship Tvaṣṭar adored, in homes and swift to listen,Glorious, first to share, the life-bestower, the ever active God, fair-armed, fair-handed.10 Rudra by day, Rudra at night we honour with these our songs, the Universe's Father.Him great and lofty, blissful, undecaying let us call specially as the Sage impels us.11 Ye who are youthful, wise, and meet for worship, come, Martits, to the longing of the singer.Coming, as erst to Aṅgiras, O Heroes, ye animate and quicken e’en the desert.12 Even as the herdsman driveth home his cattle, I urge my songs to him the strong swift HeroMay he, the glorious, lay upon his body the singer's hymns, as stars bedeck the heaven.13 He who for man's behoof in his afiliction thrice measured out the earthly regions, Viṣṇu-When one so great as thou affordeth shelter, may we with wealth and with ourselves be happy.14 Sweet be this song of mine to Ahibudhnya, Parvata, Savitar, with Floods and Lightnings;Sweet, with the Plants, to Gods who seek oblations. May liberal Bhaga speed us on to riches.15 Give riches borne on cars, with many heroes, contenting men, the guard of mighty Order.Give us a lasting home that we may battle with godless bands of men who fight against us, and meet with tribes to whom the Gods are gracious.

HYMN L. Viśvedevas.1. I CALL with prayers on Aditi your Goddess, on Agni, Mitra, Varuṇa for favour,On Aryaman who gives unasked, the gracious, on Gods who save, on Savitar and Bhaga.2 Visit, to prove us free from sin, O Sūrya Lord of great might, the bright Gods sprung from Dakṣa,Twice-born and true, observing sacred duties, Holy and full of light, whose tongue is Agni.3 And, O ye Heaven and Earth, a wide dominion, O ye most blissful Worlds, our lofty shelter,Give ample room and freedom for our dwelling, a home, ye Hemispheres, which none may rival.4 This day invited may the Sons of Rudra, resistless, excellent, stoop down to meet us;For, when beset with slight or sore affliction, we ever call upon the Gods, the Maruts;5 To whom the Goddess Rodasī clings closely, whom Pūṣan follows bringing ample bounty.What time ye hear our call and come, O Maruts, upon your separate path all creatures tremble.6 With a new hymn extol, O thou who singest, the Lover of the Song, the Hero Indra.May he, exalted, hear our invocation, and grant us mighty wealth and strength when lauded.7 Give full protection, Friends of man, ye Waters, in peace and trouble, to our sons and grandsons.For ye are our most motherly physicians, parents of all that standeth, all that moveth.8 May Savitar come hither and approach us, the God who rescues, Holy, goldenhanded,The God who, bounteous as the face of Morning, discloses precious gifts for him who worships.9 And thou, O Son of Strength, do thou turn hither the Gods to-day to this our holy service.May I for evermore enjoy thy bounty and, Agni, by thy grace be rich in heroes.10 Come also to my call, O ye Nāsatyas, yea, verily, through my prayers, ye Holy Sages.As from great darkness ye delivered Atri, protect us, Chiefs, from danger in the conflict.11 O Gods, bestow upon us riches, splendid with strength and heroes, bringing food in plenty.Be gracious, helpful Gods of earth, of heaven, born of the Cow, and dwellers in the waters.12 May Rudra and Sarasvatī, accordant, Viṣṇu and Vāyu, pour down gifts and bless us;Ṛbhukṣan, Vāja, and divine Vidhatar, Parjanya, Vāta make our food abundant.13 May this God Savitar, the Lord, the Offspring of Waters, pouring down his dew be gracious,And, with the Gods and Dames accordant, Tvaṣṭar; Dyaus with the Gods and Prthivi with oceans.14 May Aja-Ekapād and Ahibudhnya, and Earth and Ocean hear our invocation;All Gods who strengthen Law, invoked and lauded, and holy texts uttered by sages, help us.15 So with my thoughts and hymns of praise the children of Bharadvāja sing aloud to please you.The Dames invoked, and the resistless Vasus, and all ye Holy Ones have been exalted.

HYMN LI. Viśvedevas.1. THAT mighty eye of Varuṇa and Mitra, infallible and dear, is moving upward.The pure and lovely face of holy Order hath shone like gold of heaven in its arising.2 The Sage who knows these Gods’ three ranks and orders, and all their generations near and distant,Beholding good and evil acts of mortals, Sūra marks well the doing of the pious.3 I praise you Guards of mighty Law eternal, Aditi, Mitra, Varuṇa, the noble,Aryaman, Bhaga, all whose thoughts are faithful: hither I call the Bright who share in common.4 Lords of the brave, infallible, foe-destroyers, great Kings, bestowers of fair homes to dwell in,Young, Heroes, ruling heaven with strong dominion, Ādityas, Aditi I seek with worship.5 O Heaven our Father, Earth our guileless Mother, O Brother Agni, and ye Vasus, bless us.Grant us, O Aditi and ye Ādityas, all of one mind, your manifold protection.6 Give us not up to any evil creature, as spoil to wolf or she-wolf, O ye Holy.For ye are they who guide aright our bodies, ye are the rulers of our speech and vigour.7 Let us not suffer for the sin of others, nor do the deed which ye, O Vasus, punish.Ye, Universal Gods! are all-controllers: may he do harm unto himself who hates Me.8 Mighty is homage: I adopt and use it. Homage hath held in place the earth and heaven.Homage to Gods! Homage commands and rules them. I banish even committed sin by homage9 You Furtherers of Law, pure in your spirit, infallible, dwellers in the home of Order,To you all Heroes mighty and far-seeing I bow me down, O Holy Ones, with homage.10 For these are they who shine with noblest splendour; through all our troubles these conduct us safely-Varuṇa, Mitra, Agni, mighty Rulers, trueminded, faithful to the hymn's controllers.11 May they, Earth, Aditi, Indra, Bhaga, Pūṣan increase our laud, increase the Fivefold people.Giving good help, good refuge, goodly guidance, be they our good deliverers, good protectors.12 Come now, O Gods, to your celestial station: the Bharadvājas' priest entreats your favour.He, sacrificing, fain for wealth, hath honoured the Gods vath those who sit and share oblations.13 Agni, drive thou the wicked foe, the evil-hearted thief away,Far, far, Lord of the brave I and give us easy paths.14 Soma, these pressing-stones have called aloud to win thee for our Friend.Destroy the greedy Paṇi, for a wolf is he.15 Ye, O most bountiful, are they who, led by Indra, seek the sky.Give us good paths for travel: guard us ivell at home.16 Now have we entered on the road that leads to bliss, without a foe,The road whereon a man escapes all enemies and gathers wealth.

HYMN LIL Viśvedevas.1. THIS I allow not in the earth or heaven, at sacrifice or in these holy duties.May the huge mountains crush him down: degraded be Atiyaja's sacrificing patron.2 Or he who holds us in contempt, O Maruts, or seeks to blame the prayer that we are making,May agonies of burning be his portion. May the sky scorch the man who hates devotion.3 Why then, O Soma, do they call thee keeper of prayer? Why then our guardian from reproaches?Why then beholdest thou how men revile us? Cast thy hot dart at him who hates devotion.4 May Mornings as they spring to life, protect me, and may the Rivers as they swell preserve me.My guardians be the firmly-seated mountains: the Fathers, when I call on Gods, defend me!5 Through all our days may we be healthy. minded, and look upon the Sun when he arises.Grant this the Treasure-Lord of treasures, coming, observant, oftenest of Gods, with succour!6 Most near, most oft comes Indra with protection, and she Sarasvatī, who swells with rivers -Parjanya, bringing health with herbs, and Agni, well lauded swift to listen, like a father.7 Hear this mine invocation; come hither, O Universal Gods,Be seated on this holy grass.8 To him who comes to meet you, Gods, with offerings bathed in holy oil-Approach ye, one and all, to him.9 All Sons of Immortality shall listen to the songs we sing,And be exceeding good to us.10 May all the Gods who strengthen Law, with Ṛtus, listening to our call,Be pleased with theit appropriate draught.11 May Indra, with the Marut host, with Tvaṣṭar, Mitra, Aryaman,Accept the laud and these our gifts.12 O Agni, Priest, as rules ordain, offer this sacrifice of ours,Remembering the Heavenly Folk.13 Listen, All-Gods, to this mine invocation, Ye who inhabit heaven, and air's midregions,All ye, O Holy Ones, whose tongue is Agni, seated upon this sacred grass, be joyful.14 May the All-Gods who claim our worship hear my thought; may the two World-halves hear it, and the Waters’ Child.Let me not utter words that ye may disregard. Closely allied with you may we rejoice in bliss.15 And those who, Mighty, with the wiles of serpents, were born on earth, in heaven, where waters gather-May they vouchsafe us life of full duration. May the Gods kindly give us nights and mornings.16 At this my call, O Agni and Parjanya, help, swift to hear, my thought and our laudation.One generates holy food, the other offspring, so grant us food enough with store of children.17 When holy grass is strewn and fire enkindled, with hymn and lowly homage I invite you.All-Gods, to day in this our great assembly rejoice, ye Holy, in the gifts we offer.

HYMN LIII. Pūṣan.1. LORD of the path, O Pūṣan, we have yoked and bound thee to our hymn,Even as a car, to win the prize.2 Bring us the wealth that men require, a manly master of a house,Free-handed with the liberal meed.3 Even him who would not give, do thou,O glowing Pūṣan, urge to give,And make the niggard's soul grow soft.4 Clear paths that we may win the prize; scatter our enemies afar.Strong God, be all our thoughts fulfilled.5 Penetrate with an awl, O Sage, the hearts of avaricious churls,And make them subject to our will.6 Thrust with thine awl, O Pūṣan: seek that which the niggard's heart holds dear,And make him subject to our will.7 Tear up and read in pieces, Sage, the hearts of avaricious churls,And make them subject to our will.8 Thou, glowing Pūṣan, carriest an awl that urges men to prayer;Therewith do thou tear up and rend to shreds the heart of every one.9 Thou bearest, glowing Lord! a goad with horny point that guides the cowsThence do we seek thy gift of bliss.10 And make this hymn of ours produce kine, horses, and a store of wealthFor our delight and use as men.

HYMN LIV. Pūṣan.1. O PUSAN, bring us to the man who knows, who shall direct us straight,And say unto us, It is here.2 May we go forth with Pūṣan who shall point the houses out to us,And say to us, These same are they.3 Unharmed is Pūṣan's chariot wheel; the box ne’er falleth to the ground,Nor doth the loosened felIy shake.4 Pūṣan forgetteth not the man who serveth him with offered gift:That man is first to gather wealth.5 May Pūṣan follow near our kine; may Pūṣan keep our horses safe:May Pūṣan gather gear for us.6 Follow the kine of him who pours libations out and worships thee;And ours who sing thee songs of praise.7 Let none be lost, none injured, none sink in a pit and break a limb.Return with these all safe and sound.8 Pūṣan who listens to our prayers, the Strong whose wealth is never lost,The Lord of riches, we implore.9 Secure in thy protecting care, O Pūṣan, never may we fail.We here are they who sing thy praise.10 From out the distance, far and wide, may Pūṣan stretch his right hand forth,And drive our lost again to us.

HYMN LV. Pūṣan.1. SON of Deliverance, come, bright God!Let us twain go together: be our charioteer of sacrifice.2 We pray for wealth to thee most skilled of charioteers, with braided hair,Lord of great riches, and our Friend.3 Bright God whose steeds are goats, thou art a stream of wealth, a treasure-heap,The Friend of every pious man.4 Pūṣan, who driveth goats for steeds, the strong and Mighty, who is calledHis Sister's lover, will we laud.5 His Mother's suitor I address. May he who loves his Sister hear,Brother of Indra, and my Friend.6 May the sure-footed goats come nigh, conveying Pūṣan on his car,The God who visiteth mankind.

HYMN LVI, Pūṣan.1. WHOSO remembers Pūṣan as cater of mingled curd and mealNeed think no more upon the God.2 And he is best of charioteers. Indra, the hero's Lord, alliedWith him as Friend, destroys the foes.3 And there the best of charioteers hath guided through the speckled cloudThe golden wheel of Sūra's car.4 Whate’er we speak this day to thee, Wise, Wondrous God whom many praise,Give thou fulfilment of our thought.5 Lead on this company of ours, that longs for kine, to win the spoil:Thou, Pūṣan, art renowned afar.6 Prosperity we crave from thee, afar from sin and near to wealth,Tending to perfect happiness both for to. morrow and to-day.

HYMN LVII. Indra and Pūṣan.1. INDRA and Pūṣan will we call for friend ship and prosperityAnd for the winning of the spoil.2 One by the Soma sits to drink juice which the mortar hath expressed:The other longs for curd and meal.3 Goats are the team that draws the one: the other hath Bay Steeds at hand;With both of these he slays the fiends.4 When Indra, wondrous strong, brought down the streams, the mighty waterfloods,Pūṣan was standing by his side.5 To this, to Pūṣan's favouring love, and Indra's, may we closely cling,As to a tree's extended bough.6 As one who drives a car draws in his reins, may we draw Pūṣan near,And Indra, for our great success.

HYMN LVIII. Pūṣan.1. LIKE heaven art thou: one form is bright, one holy, like Day and Night dissimilar in colour.All magic powers thou aidest, self-depen. dent! Auspicious be thy bounty here, O Pūṣan.2 Goat-borne, the guard of cattle, he whose home is strength, inspirer of the hymn, set over all the world;Brandishing here and there his lightly. moving goad, beholding every creature, Pūṣan, God, goes forth.3 O Pūṣan, with thy golden ships that travel across the ocean, in the air's mid-region,Thou goest on an embassy to Sūrya, subdued by love, desirous of the glory.4 Near kinsman of the heaven and earth is Pūṣan, liberal, Lord of food, of wondrous iustre,Whom strong and vigorous and swiftlymoving, subdued by love, the Deities gave to Sūrya.

HYMN LIX. Indra-Agni.1. I WILL declare, while juices flow, the manly deeds that ye have done:Your Fathers, enemies of Gods, were smitten down, and, Indra-Agni, ye survive.2 Thus, Indra-Agnip verily your greatness merits loftiest praise,Sprung from one common Father, brothers, twins are ye; your Mother is in every place.3 These who delight in flowing juice, like fellow horses at their food,Indra and Agni, Gods armed with the thunderbolt, we call this day to come with help.4 Indra and Agni, Friends of Law, served with rich gifts, your speech is kindTo him who praises you while these libations flow: that man, O Gods, ye ne’er consume.5 What mortal understands, O Gods, Indra and Agni, this your way?One of you, yoking Steeds that move to every side, advances in your common car.6 First, Indra-Agni, hath this Maid come footless unto those with feet.Stretching her head and speaking loudly with her tongue, she hath gone downward thirty steps.7 E’en now, O Indra-Agni, men hold in their arms and stretch their bows.Desert us not in this great fray, in battles for the sake of kine.8 The foeman's sinful enmities, Indra and Agni, vex me sore.Drive those who hate me far away, and keep them distant from the Sun.9 Indra and Agni, yours are all the treasures of the heavens and earth.Here give ye us the opulence that prospers every living man.10 O Indra-Agni, who accept the laud, and hear us for our praise,Come near us, drawn by all our songs, to drink of this our Soma juice.

HYMN LX. Indra-Agni.1. HE slays the foe and wins the spoil who worships Indra and Agni, strong and mighty Heroes,Who rule as Sovrans over ample riches, victorious, showing forth their power in conquest.2 So battle now, O Indra and thou, Agni, for cows and waters, sunlight, stolen Mornings.Team-borne, thou makest kine thine own, O Agni: thou, Indra, light, Dawns, regions, wondrous waters.3 With Vṛtra-slaying might, Indra and Agni, come, drawn by homage, O ye Vṛtra-slayers.Indra and Agni, show yourselves among us with your supreme and unrestricted bounties.4 I call the Twain whose deeds of old have all been famed in ancient daysO Indra-Agni, harm us not.5 The Strong, the scatterers of the foe, Indra and Agni, we invoke;May they be kind to one like me.6 They slay our Ārya foes, these Lords of heroes, slay our Dasyu foesAnd drive our enemies away.7 Indra and Agni, these our songs of praise have sounded forth to you:Ye who bring blessings! drink the juice.8 Come, Indra-Agni, with those teams, desired of many, which ye have,O Heroes, for the worshipper.9 With those to this libation poured, ye Heroes, Indra-Agni, come:Come ye to drink the Soma juice.10 Glorify him who compasses all forests with his glowing flame,And leaves them blackened with his tongue.11 He who gains Indra's bliss with fire enkindled finds an easy wayOver the floods to happiness.12 Give us fleet coursers to convey Indra and Agni, and bestowAbundant strengthening food on us.13 Indra and Agni, I will call you hither and make you joyful with the gifts I offer.Ye Twain are givers both of food and riches: to win me strength and vigour I invoke you.14 Come unto us with riches, come with wealth in horses and in kine.Indra and Agni, we invoke you both, the Gods, as Friends for friendship, bringing bliss.15 Indra and Agni, hear his call who worships. with libations poured.Come and enjoy the offerings, drink the sweetly-flavoured Soma juice.

HYMN LXI. Sarasvatī.1. To Vadhryasva when. be worshipped her with gifts she gave fierce Divodāsa, canceller of debts.Consumer of the churlish niggard, one and all, thine, O Sarasvatī, are these effectual boons.2 She with her might, like one who digs for lotus-stems, hath burst with her strong waves the ridges of the hills.Let us invite with songs and holy hymns for help Sarasvatī who slayeth the Paravatas.3 Thou castest down, Sarasvatī, those who scorned the Gods, the brood of every Bṛsaya skilled in magic arts.Thou hast discovered rivers for the tribes of men, and, rich in wealth! made poison flow away from them.4 May the divine Sarasvatī, rich in her wealth, protect us well,Furthering all our thoughts with might5 Whoso, divine Sarasvatī, invokes thee where the prize is set,Like Indra when he smites the foe.6 Aid us, divine Sarasvad, thou who art strong in wealth and powerLike Pūṣan, give us opulence.7 Yea, this divine Sarasvatī, terrible with her golden path,Foe-slayer, claims our eulogy.8 Whose limitless unbroken flood, swift-moving with a rapid rush,Comes onward with tempestuous roar.9 She hath spread us beyond all foes, beyond her Sisters, Holy One,As Sūrya spreadeth out the days.10 Yea, she most dear amid dear stream, Seven-sistered, graciously inclined,Sarasvatī hath earned our praise.11 Guard us from hate Sarasvatī, she who hath filled the realms of earth,And that wide tract, the firmament!12 Seven-sistered, sprung from threefold source, the Five Tribes' prosperer, she must beInvoked in every deed of might.13 Marked out by majesty among the Mighty Ones, in glory swifter than the other rapid Streams,Created vast for victory like a chariot, Sarasvatī must be extolled by every sage.14 Guide us, Sarasvatī, to glorious treasure: refuse us not thy milk, nor spurn us from thee.Gladly accept our friendship and obedience: let us not go from thee to distant countries.

HYMN LXII. Aśvins.1. I LAUD the Heroes Twain, this heaven's Controllers: singing with songs of praise I call the Aśvins,Fain in a moment, when the morns are breaking, to part the earth's ends and the spacious regions.2 Moving to sacrifice through realms of lustre they light the radiance of the car that bears them.Traversing many wide unmeasured spaces, over the wastes ye pass, and fields, and waters.3 Ye to that bounteous path of yours, ye mighty, have ever borne away our thoughts with horses,Mind-swift and full of vigour, that the trouble of man who offers gifts might cease and slumber.4 So ye, when ye have yoked your chariothorses, come to the hymn of the most recent singer.Our true and ancient Herald Priest shall bring you, the Youthful, bearing splendour, food, and vigour.5 With newest hymn I call those Wonder-Workers, ancient and brilliant, and exceeding mighty,Bringers of bliss to him who lauds and praises, bestowing varied bounties on the singer.6 So ye, with birds, out of the sea and waters bore Bhujyu, son of Tugra, through the regions.Speeding with winged steeds through dustless spaces, out of the bosom of the flood they bore him.7 Victors, car-borne, ye rent the rock asunder: Bulls, heard the calling of the eunuch's consort.Bounteous, ye filled the cow with milk for Śayu: thus, swift and zealous Ones, ye showed your favour.8 Whate’er from olden time, Heaven, Earth! existeth great object of the wrath of Gods and mortals,Make that, Ādityas, Vasus, sons of Rudra, an evil brand to one allied with demons.9 May he who knows, as Varuṇa and Mitra, air's realm, appointing both the Kings in season,Against the secret fiend cast forth his weapon, against the lying words that strangers utter.10 Come to our home with friendly wheels, for offipring; come on your radiant chariot rich in heroes.Strike off, ye Twain, the heads of our assailants who with man's treacherous attack approach us.11 Come hitherward to us with teams of horses, the highest and the midmost and the lowest.Bountiful Lords, throw open to the singer doors e’en of the firm-closed stall of cattle.

HYMN LXIII. Aśvins.1. WHERE hath the hymn with reverence, like an envoy, found both fair Gods to-day, invoked of many-Hymn that hath brought the two Nāsatyas hither? To this man's thought be ye, both Gods, most friendly.2 Come readily to this mine invocation, lauded with songs, that ye may drink the juices.Compass this house to keep it from the foeman, that none may force it, either near or distant.3 Juice in wide room hath been prepared to feast you: for you the grass is strewn, most soft to tread on.With lifted hands your servant hath adored you. Yearningfor you the press-stones shed the liquid.4 Agni uplifts him at your sacrifices: forth goes the oblation dropping oil and glowing.Up stands the grateful-minded priest, elected, appointed to invoke the two Nāsatyas.5 Lords of great wealth! for glory, Sūrya's Daughter mounted your car that brings a hundred succours.Famed for your magic arts were ye, magicians! amid the race of Gods, ye dancing Heroes!6 Ye Twain, with these your glories fair to look on, brought, to win victory, rich gifts for Sūrya.After you flew your birds, marvels of beauty: dear to our hearts! the song, well lauded, reached you.7 May your winged coursers, best to draw. Nāsatyas! convey you to the object of your wishes.Swift as the thought, your car hath been sent onward to food of many a sort and dainty viands.8 Lords of great wealth, manifold is your bounty: ye filled our cow with food that never faileth.Lovers of sweetness! yours are praise and singers, and poured libations which have sought your favour.9 Mine were two mares of Puraya, brown, swift-footed; a hundred with Sumidha, food with PerukSanda gave ten gold-decked and well-trained horses, tame and obedient and of lofty stature.10 Nāsatyas! Purupanthas offered hundreds, thousands of steeds to him who sang your praises,Gave, Heroes! to the singer Bharadvāja. Ye-Wonder-Workers, let the fiends be slaughtered.11 May I with princes share your bliss in freedom.

HYMN LXIV. Dawn.1. THE radiant Dawns have risen up for glory, in their white splendour like the waves of waters.She maketh paths all easy, fair to travel, and, rich, hath shown herself benign and friendly.2 We see that thou art good: far shines thy lustre; thy beams, thy splendours have flown up to heaven.Decking thyself, thou makest bare thy bosom, shining in majesty, thou Goddess Morning.3 Red are the kine and luminous that bear her the Blessed One who spreadeth through the distance.The foes she chaseth like a valiant archer, like a swift warrior she repelleth darkness.4 Thy ways are easy on the hills: thou passest Invincible! Se1f-luminous! through waters.So lofty Goddess with thine ample pathway, Daughter of Heaven, bring wealth to give us comfort.5 Dawn, bring me wealth: untroubled, with thine oxen thou bearest riches at thy will and pleasure;Thou who, a Goddess, Child of Heaven, hast shown thee lovely through bounty when we called thee early.6 As the birds fly forth from their restingplaces, so men with store of food rise at thy dawning.Yea, to the liberal mortal who rernaineth at home, O Goddess Dawn, much good thou bringest.

HYMN LXV. Dawn.1. SHEDDING her light on human habitations this Child of Heaven hath called us from our slumber;She who at night-time with her argent lustre hath shown herself e’en through the shades of darkness.2 All this with red-rayed steeds have they divided: the Dawns on bright cars shine in wondrous fashion.They, bringing near the stately rite's commencement, drive far away the night's surrounding shadows.3 Dawns, bringing hither, to the man who worships, glory and power and might and food and vigour,Opulent, with imperial sway like heroes, favour your servant and this day enrich him.4 Now is there treasure for the man who serves you, now for the hero, Dawns! who brings oblation;Now for the singer when he sings the praise-song. Even to one like me ye brought aforetime.5 O Dawn who standest on the mountain ridges, Aṅgirases now praise thy stalls of cattle.With prayer and holy hymn they burst them open: the heroes' calling on the Gods was fruitful.6 Shine on us as of old, thou Child of Heaven,on him, rich Maid! who serves like Bharadvāja.Give to the singer wealth with noble heroes, and upon us bestow wide-spreading glory.

HYMN LXVI. Maruts.1. E'EN to the wise let that be still a wonder to which the general name of Cow is given.The one hath swelled among mankind for milking: Pṛśni hath drained but once her fair bright udder.2 They who like kindled flames of fire are glowing,. the Maruts, twice and thrice have waxen mighty.Golden and dustless were their cars, invested with their great strength and their heroic vigour.3 They who are Sons of the rain-pouring Rudra, whom the long-lasting One had power to foster:The Mighty Ones whose germ great Mother Pṛśni is known to have received for man's advantage.4 They shrink not from the birth; in this same manner still resting there they purge away reproaches.When they have streamed forth, brilliant, at their pleasure, with their own splendour they bedew their bodies.5 Even those who bear the brave bold name of Maruts, whom not the active quickly wins for milking.Even the liberal wards not off those fierce ones, those who are light and agile in their greatness.6 When, strong in strength and armed with potent weapons, they had united wellformed earth and heaven,Rodasl stood among these furious Heroes like splendour shining with her native brightness.7 No team of goats shall draw your car, O Maruts, no horse no charioteer be he who drives it.Halting not, reinless, through the air it travels, speeding alone its paths through earth and heaven.8 None may obstruct, none overtake, O Maruts, him whom ye succour in the strife of battleFor sons and progeny, for kine and waters: he bursts the cow-stall on the day of trial.9 Bring a bright hymn to praise the band of Maruts, the Singers, rapid, strong in native vigour,Who conquer mighty strength with strength more mighty: earth shakes in terror at their wars, O Agni.10 Bright like the flashing flames of sacrifices, like tongues of fire impetuous in their onset,Chanting their psalm, singing aloud, like heroes, splendid from birth, invincible, the Maruts.11 That swelling band I call with invocation, the brood of Rudra, armed with glittering lances.Pure hymns are meet for that celestial army: like floods and mountains have the Strong Ones battled.

HYMN LXVIL Mitra-Varuṇa.1. NOW Mitra-Varuṇa shall be exalted high by your songs, noblest of all existing;They who, as ’twere with reins are best Controllers, unequalled with their arms to check the people.2 To you Two Gods is this my thought extended, turned to the sacred grass with loving homage.Give us, O Mitra-Varuṇa, a dwelling safe from attack, which ye shall guard, Boon-Givers!3 Come hither, Mitra-Varuṇa, invited with eulogies and loving adoration,Ye who with your might, as Work-Controllers, urge even men who quickly hear to labour.4 Whom, of pure origin, like two strong horses, Aditi bore as babes in proper season,Whom, Mighty at your birth, the Mighty Goddess brought forth as terrors to the mortal foeman.5 As all the Gods in their great joy and gladness gave you with one accord your high dominion,As ye surround both worlds, though wide and spacious your spies are ever true and never bewildered.6 So, through the days maintaining princely power. ye prop the height as ’twere from loftiest heaven.The Star of all the Gods, established, filleth the heaven and earth with food of man who liveth.7 Take the strong drink, to quaff till ye are sated, when he and his attendants fill the chamber.The young Maids brook not that none seeks to win them, when, Quickeners of all! they scatter moisture.8 So with your tongue come ever, when your envoy, faithful and very wise, attends our worship.Nourished by holy oil! he this yGur glory: annihilate the sacrificer's trouble.9 When, Mitra-Varuṇa, they strive against you and break tlie friendly laws ye have established,They, neither Gods nor men in estimation, like Api's sons have godless sacrifices.10 When singers in their song uplift their voices, some chant the Nivid texts with steady purpose.Then may we sing you lauds that shall be fruitful: dp ye not rival all the Gods in greatness?11 O Mitra-Varuṇa, may your large bounty come to us hither, near to this our dwelling,When the kine haste to us, and when they harness the fleet-foot mettled stallion for the battle.

HYMN LXVIII. Indra-Varuṇa.1. HIS honouring rite whose grass is trimmed is offered swiftly to you, in Manu's wise, accordant,The rite which Indra-Varuṇa shall carry this day to high success and glorious issue.2 For at Gods’ worship they are best through vigour; they have become the strongest of the Heroes;With mighty strength, most liberal of the Princes, Chiefs of the host, by Law made Vṛtra's slayers.3 Praise those Twain Gods for powers that merit worship, Indra and Varuṇa, for bliss, the joyous.One with his might and thunderbolt slays Vṛtra; the other as a Sage stands near in troubles.4 Though dames and men have waxen strong and mighty, and all the Gods selfpraised among the Heroes,Ye, Indra-Varuṇa, have in might surpassed them, and thus were ye spread wide, O Earth and Heaven.5 Righteous is he, and liberal and helpful who, Indra-Varuṇa, brings you gifts with gladness.That bounteous man through food shall conquer faemen, and win him opulence and wealthy people.6 May wealth which ye bestow in food and treasure on him who brings you gifts and sacrifices,Wealth, Gods! which breaks the curse of those who vex us, be, Indra-Varuṇa, e’en our own possession.7 So also, Indra-Varuṇa, may our princes have riches swift to save, with Gods to guard them-They whose great might gives victory in battles, and their triumphant glory spreads with swiftness.8 Indra. and Varuṇa, Gods whom we are lauding, mingle ye wealth with our heroic glory.May we, who praise the strength of what is mighty, pass dangers, as with boats we cross the waters.9 Now will I sing a dear and far-extending hymn to Varuṇa the God, sublime, imperial Lord,Who, mighty Governor, Eternal, as with flame, illumines both wide worlds with majesty and power.10 True to Law, Indra-Varuṇa, drinkers of the juice, drink this pressed Soma which shall give you rapturous joy.Your chariot cometh to the banquet of the Gods, to sacrifice, as it were home, that ye may drink.11 Indra and Varuṇa, drink your fill, ye Heroes, of this invigorating sweetest Soma.This juice is shed by us that ye may quaff it: on this trimmed grass be seated, and rejoice you

HYMN LXIX. Indra-Viṣṇu1. INDRA and Viṣṇu, at my task's completion I urge you on with food and sacred service.Accept the sacrifice and grant us riches, leading us on by unobstructed pathways.2 Ye who inspire all hymns, Indra and Viṣṇu, ye vessels who contain the Soma juices,May hymns of praise that now are sung address you, the lauds that are recited by the singers.3 Lords of joy-giving draughts, Indra and Viṣṇu, come, giving gifts of treasure, to the Soma.With brilliant rays of hymns let chanted praises, repeated with the lauds, adorn and deck you.4 May your foe-conquering horses bring you hither, Indra and Viṣṇu, sharers of the banquet.Of all our hymns accept the invocations list to my prayers and hear the songs I sing you.5 This your deed, Indra-Viṣṇu, must be lauded: widely ye strode in the wild joy of Soma.Ye made the firmament of larger compass, and made the regions broad for our existence.6 Strengthened with sacred offerings, IndraViṣṇu, first eaters, served with worship ana oblation,Fed with the holy oil, vouchsafe us riches ye are the lake, the vat that holds the Soma.7 Drink of this meath, O Indra, thou, and Viṣṇu; drink ye your fill of Soma, Wonder-Workers.The sweet exhilarating juice hath reached you. Hear ye my prayers, give ear unto my calling.8 Ye Twain have conquered, ne’er have yc been conquered: never hath either of the Twain been vanquished.Ye, Indra-Viṣṇu, when ye fought the battle, produced this infinite with three divisions.

HYMN LXX. Heaven and Earth.1. FILLED full of fatness, compassing all things that be, wide, spacious, dropping meath, beautiful in their form,The Heaven and the Earth by Varuṇa's decree, unwasting, rich in germs, stand parted each from each.2 The Everlasting Pair, with full streams, rich in milk, in their pure rule pour fatness for the pious man.Ye who are Regents of this world, O Earth and Heaven, pour into us the genial flow that prospers meit.3 Whoso, for righteous life, pours offerings to you, O Heaven and Earth, ye Hemispheres, that man succeeds.He in his seed is born again and spreads by Law: from you flow things diverse in form, but ruled alike.4 Enclosed in fatness, Heaven and Earth are bright therewith: they mingle with the fatness which they still increase.Wide, broad, set foremost at election of the priest, to them the singers pray for bliss to further them.5 May Heaven and Earth pour down the balmy rain for us, balm-dropping, yielding balm, with balm upon your path,Bestowing by your Godhead sacrifice and wealth, great fame and strength for us and good heroic might.6 May Heaven and Earth make food swell plenteously for us, all-knowing Father, jother, wondrous in their works.Pouring out bounties, may, in union, both the Worlds, all beneficial, send us gain, and power, and wealth.

HYMN LXXI. Savitar.1. FULL of effectual wisdom Savitar the God hath stretched out golden arms that he may bring forth life.Young and most skilful, while he holds the region up, the Warrior sprinkles fatness over both his hands.2 May we enjoy the noblest vivifying force of Savitar the God, that he may give us wealth:For thou art mighty to produce and lull to rest the world of life that moves on two feet and on four.3 Protect our habitation, Savitar, this day, with guardian aids around, auspicious, firm and true.God of the golden tongue, keep us for newest bliss: let not the evil-wisher have us in his power.4 This Savitar the God, the golden-handed, Friend of the home, hath risen to meet the twilight.With cheeks of brass, with pleasant tongue, the Holy, he sends the worshipper rich gifts in plenty.5 Like a Director, Savitar hath extended his golden arms, exceeding fair to look on.He hath gone up the heights of earth and heaven, and made each monster fall and cease from troubling.6 Fair wealth, O Savitar, to-day, to-morrow, fair wealth produce for us each day that passes.May we through this our song be happy gainers, God, of a fair and spacious habitation.

HYMN LXXII. Indra-Soma.1. GREAT is this might of yours, Indra and Soma: the first high exploits were your own achievements.Ye found the Sun ye found the light of heaven: ye killed all darkness and the Gods’ blasphemers.2 Ye, Indra-Soma, gave her light to Morning, and led the Sun on high with all his splendour.Ye stayed the heaven with a supporting pillar, and spread abroad apart, the Earth, the Mother.3 Ye slew the flood -obstructing serpent Vṛtra, Indra and Soma: Heaven approved your exploit.Ye urged to speed the currents of the rivers, and many seas have ye filled full with waters.4 Ye in the unripe udders of the milch-kine have set the ripe milk, Indra, thou, and Soma.Ye have held fast the unimpeded whiteness within these many-coloured moving creatures.5 Verily ye bestow, Indra and Soma, wealth, famed, victorious, passing to our children.Ye have invested men, ye Mighty Beings, with manly strength that conquers in the battle.

HYMN LXXIII. Bṛhaspati.1. SERVED with oblations, first-born, mountain-render, Aṅgiras' son, Bṛhaspati, the Holy,With twice-firm path, dwelling in light, our Father, roars loudly, as a bull, to Earth and Heaven.2 Bṛhaspati, who made for such a people wide room and verge when Gods were invocated,Slaying his enemies, breaks down their castles, quelling his foes and conquering those who hate him.3 Bṛhaspati in war hath won rich treasures, hath won, this God, the great stalls filled with cattle.Striving to win waters and light, resistless, Bṛhaspati with lightning smites the foeman.

HYMN LXXIV. Soma-Rudra.1. HOLD fast your Godlike sway, O Soma-Rudra: let these our sacrifices quickly reach you.Placing in every house your seven great treasures, bring blessing to our quadrupeds and bipeds.2 Soma and Rudra, chase to every quarter the sickness that hath visited our dwelling.Drive Nirrti away into the distance, and give us excellent and happy glories.3 Provide, O Soma-Rudra, for our bodies all needful medicines to heal and cure us.Set free and draw away the sin committed which we have still inherent in our persons.4 Armed with keen shafts and weapons, kind and loving, be gracious unto us, Soma and Rudra.Release us from the noose of Varuṇa; keep us from sorrow, in your tender loving-kindness.

HYMN LXXV. Weapons of War.1. THE warrior's look is like a thunderous rain-cloud's, when, armed with mail, he seeks the lap of battle.Be thou victorious with unwounded body: so let the thickness of thy mail protect thee.2 With Bow let us win kine, with Bow the battle, with Bow be victors in our hot encounters.The Bow brings grief and sorrow to the foeman: armed with the Bow may we subdue all regions.3 Close to his car, as fain to speak, She presses, holding her well-loved Friend in her embraces.Strained on the Bow, She whispers like a woman-this Bowstring that preserves us in the combat.4 These, meeting like a woman and her lover, bear, mother-like, their child upon their bosom.May the two Bow-ends, starting swift asunder, scatter, in unison, the foes who hate us.5 With many a son, father of many daughters, He clangs and clashes as he goes to battle.Slung on the back, pouring his brood, the Quiver vanquishes all opposing bands and armies.6 Upstanding in the Car the skilful Charioteer guides his strong Horses on whithersoe’er he will.See and admire the strength of those controlling Reins which from behind declare the will of him who drives.7 Horses whose hoofs rain dust are neighing loudly, yoked to the Chariots, showing forth their vigour,With their forefeet descending on the foemen, they, never flinching, trample and destroy them.8 Car-bearer is the name of his oblation, whercon are laid his Weapons and his Armour.So let us here, each day that passes, honour the helpful Car with hearts exceeding joyful.9 In sweet association lived the fathers who gave us life, profound and strong in trouble,Unwearied, armed with shafts and wondrous weapons, free, real heroes, conquerors of armies.10 The Brahmans, and the Fathers meet for Soma-draughts, and, graciously inclined, unequalled Heaven and Earth.Guard us trom evil, Pūṣan, guard us strengtheners of Law: let not the evil-wisher master us.11 Her tooth a deer, dressed in an eagle's feathers, bound with cow-hide, launched forth, She flieth onward.There where the heroes speed hither and thither, there may the Arrows shelter and protect us.12 Avoid us thou whose flight is straight, and let our bodies be as stone.May Soma kindly speak to us, and Aditi protect us well.13 He lays his blows upon their backs, he deals his blows upon their thighs.Thou, Whip, who urgest horses, drive sagacious horses in the fray.14 It compasses the arm with serpent windings, fending away the friction of the bowstring:So may the Brace, well-skilled in all its duties, guard manfully the man from every quarter.15 Now to the Shaft with venom smeared, tipped with deer-horn, with iron mouth,Celestial, of Parjanya's seed, be this great adoration paid.16 Loosed from the Bowstring fly away, thou Arrow, sharpened by our prayer.Go to the foemen, strike them home, and let not one be left alive.17 There where the flights of Arrows fall like boys whose locks are yet unshorn.Even there may Brahmaṇaspati, and Aditi protect us well, protect us well through all our days.18 Thy vital parts I cover with thine Armour: with immortality King Soma clothe thee.Varuṇa give thee what is more than ample, and in thy triumph may the Gods be joyful.19 Whoso would kill us, whether he be a strange foe or one of us,

HYMN I. Agni.1. THE men from fire-sticks, with their hands' swift movement, have, in deep thought, engendered glorious Agni,Far-seen, with pointed flame, Lord of the homestead.2 The Vasus set that Agni in the dwelling, fair to behold, for help from every quarter:Who, in the home for ever, must be honoured.3 Shine thou before us, Agni, well-enkindled, with flame, Most Youthful God, that never fadeth.To thee come all our sacrificial viands.4 Among all fires these fires have shone most brightly, splendid with light, begirt by noble heroes,Where men of lofty birth sit down together.5 Victorious Agni, grant us wealth with wisdom, wealth with brave sons, famous and independent,Which not a foe who deals in magic conquers.6 To whom, the Strong, at morn and eve comes, maid-like, the ladle dropping oil, with its oblation.Wealth-seeking comes to him his own devotion.7 Burn up all malice with those flames, O Agni, wherewith of old thou burntest up Jarutha,And drive away in silence pain and sickness.8 With him who lighteth up thy splendour, Agni, excellent, pure, refulgent, Purifier,Be present, and with us through these our praises.9 Agni, the patriarchal men, the mortals who have in many places spread thy lustre,—Be gracious to us here for their sake also.10 Let these men, heroes in the fight with foemen, prevail against all godless arts of 4magic,—These who ipprove the noble song I sing thee.11 Let us not sit in want of men, O Agni, without descendants, heroleu, about thee:But, O House-Friend, in houses full of children.12 By sacrifice which the Steeds' Lord ever visits, there make our dwelling rich in seed and offspring,Increasing still with lineal successors.13 Guard us, O Agni, from the hated demon, guard us from malice of the churlish sinner:Allied with thee may I subdue assailants.14 May this same fire of mine surpass all others, this fire where offspring, vigorous and firm-handed,Wins, on a thousand paths, what ne’er shall perish.15 This is that Agni, saviour from the foeman, who guards the kindler of the flame from sorrow:Heroes of noble lineage serve and tend him.16 This is that Agni, served in many places, whom the rich lord who brings oblation kindles,And round him goes the priest at sacrifices.17 Agni, may we with riches in possession bring thee continual ofierings in abundance,Using both means to draw thee to our worship.18 Agni, bear thou, Eternal, these most welcome oblations to the Deities' assembly:Let them enjoy our very fragrant presents.19 Give us not up, Agni, to want of heroes, to wretched clothes, to need, to destitution.Yield us not, Holy One, to fiend or hunger; injure us not at home or in the forest.20 Give strength and power to these my prayers, O Agni; O God, pour blessings on our chiefs and nobles.Grant that both we and they may share thy bounty. Ye Gods, protect us evermore with blessings.21 Thou Agni, swift to hear, art fair of aspect: beam forth, O Son of Strength, in full effulgence.Let me not want, with thee, a son for ever: let not a manly hero ever fail us.22 Condemn us not to indigence, O Agni, beside these flaming fires which Gods have kindled;Nor, even after fault, let thy displeasure, thine as a God, O Son of Strength, o’ertake us.23 O Agni, fair of face, the wealthy mortal who to the Immortal offers his oblation.Hath him who wins him treasure by his Godhead, to whom the prince, in need, goes supplicating.24 Knowing our chief felicity, O Agni, bring hither ample riches to our nobles,Wherewith we may enjoy ourselves, O Victor, with undiminished life and hero children.25 Give strength and power to these my prayers, O Agni; O God, pour blessings on bur chiefs and nobles.Grant that both we and they may share thy bounty. Ye Gods, protect us evermore with blessings.

HYMN II. Āprīs.1. GLADLY accept, this day, our fuel, Agni: send up thy sacred smoke and shine sublimely.Touch the celestial summits with thy columns, and overspread thee with the rays of Sūrya.2 With sacrifice to these we men will honour the majesty of holy Narāśaṁsa-To these the pure, most wise, the thought. inspirers, Gods who enjoy both sorts of our oblations.3 We will extol at sacrifice for ever, as men may do, Agni whom Manu kindled,Your very skilful Asura, meet for worship, envoy between both worlds, the truthful speaker.4 Bearing the sacred grass, the men who serve him strew it with reverence, on their knees, by Agni.Calling him to the spotted grass, oil-sprinkled, adorn him, ye Adhvaryus, with oblation.5 With holy thoughts the pious have thrown open Doors fain for chariots in the Gods’ assembly.Like two full mother cows who lick their youngling, like maidens for the gathering, they adorn them.6 And let the two exalted Heavenly Ladies, Morning and Night, like a cow good at milking,Come, much-invoked, and on our grass be seated ' wealthy, deserving worship, for our welfare.7 You, Bards and Singers at men's sacrifices, both filled with wisdom, I incline to worship.Send up our offerings when we call upon you, and so among the Gods obtain us treasures.8 May Bhāratī with all her Sisters, Iḷā accordant with the Gods, with mortals Agni,Sarasvatī with all her kindred Rivers, come to this grass, Three Goddesses, and seat them.9 Well pleased with us do thou, O God, O Tvaṣṭar, give ready issue to our procreant vigour,Whence springs the hero, powerful, skilled in action, lover of Gods, adjuster of the press-stones.10 Send to the Gods the oblation, Lord of Forests, and let the Immolator, Agni, dress it.He as the truer Priest shall offer worship, for the God'sgenerations well he knoweth.11 Come thou to us, O Agni, duly kindled, together with the potent Gods and Indra.On this our grass sit Aditi, happy Mother, and let our Hail! delight the Gods Immortal.

HYMN III. Agni.1. ASSOCIATE with fires, make your God Agni envoy at sacrifice, best skilled in worship,Established firm among mankind, the Holy, flame-crowned and fed with oil, the Purifier.2 Like a steed neighing eager for the pasture, when he hath stepped forth from the great enclosure:Then the wind following blows upon his splendour, and, straight, the path is black which thou hast travelled.3 From thee a Bull but newly born, O Agni, the kindled everlasting flames rise upward.Aloft to heaven thy ruddy smoke ascendeth: Agni, thou speedest to the Gods as envoy.4 Thou whose fresh lustre o’er the earth advanceth when greedily with thy jaws thy food thou eatest.Like a host hurried onward comes thy lasso: fierce, with thy tongue thou piercest, as ’twere barley.5 The men have decked him both at eve and morning, Most Youthful Agni, as they tend a courser.They kindle him, a guest within his dwelling: bright shines the splendour of the worshipped Hero.6 O fair of face, beautiful is thine aspect when, very near at hand, like gold thou gleamest,Like Heaven's thundering roar thy might approaches, and like the wondrous Sun thy light thou showest.7 That we may worship, with your Hail to Agni! with sacrificial cakes and fat oblations,Guard us, O Agni, with those boundless glories as with a hundred fortresses of iron.8 Thine are resistless songs for him who offers, and hero-giving hymns wherewith thou savest;With these, O Son of Strength, O Jātavedas, guard us, preserve these princes and the singers.9 When forth he cometh, like an axe new-sharpened, pure in his form, resplendent in his body,Sprung, sought with eager longing, from his Parents, for the Gods’ worship, Sage and Purifier:10 Shine this felicity on us, O Agni: may we attain to perfect understanding.All happiness be theirs who sing and praise thee. Ye Gods, preserve us evermore with blessings.

HYMN IV. Agni.1. BRING forth your gifts to his refulgent splendour, your hymn as purest offering to Agni,To him who goes as messenger with knowledge between all songs of men and Gods in heaven.2 Wise must this Agni be, though young and tender, since he was born, Most Youthful, of his Mother;He who with bright teeth seizeth fast the forests, and eats his food, though plenteous, in a moment.3 Before his presence must we all assemble, this God's whom men have seized in his white splendour.This Agni who hath brooked that men should seize him hath shone for man with glow insufferable.4 Far-seeing hath this Agni been established, deathless mid mortals, wise among the foolish.Here, O victorious God, forbear to harm us: may weforever share thy gracious favour.5 He who hath occupied his God-made dwelling, Agni, in wisdom hath surpassed Immortals.A Babe unborn, the plants and trees support him, and the earth beareth him the All-sustainer.6 Agni is Lord of Amṛta. in abundance, Lord of the gift of wealth and hero valour,Victorious God, let us not sit about thee like men devoid of strength, beauty, and worship.7 The foeman's treasure may be won with labour: may we be masters of our own possessions.Agni, no son is he who springs from others: lengthen not out the pathways of the foolish.8 Unwelcome for adoption is the stranger, one to be thought of as another's offipring,Though grown familiar by continual presence. May our strong hero come, freshly triumphant.9 Guard us from him who would assail us, Agni; preserve us O thou Victor, from dishonour.Here let the place of darkening come upon thee: may wealth be ours, desirable, in thousands.10 Shine this felicity on us, O Agni: may we attain to perfect understanding.All happiness be theirs who sing and praise thee. Ye Gods, preserve us evermore with blessings.

HYMN V. Agni.1. BRING forth your song of praise to mighty Agni, the speedy messenger of earth and heaven,Vaiśvānara, who, with those who wake, hath waxen great in the lap of all the Gods Immortal.2 Sought in the heavens, on earth is Agni stablished, leader of rivers, Bull of standing waters.Vaiśvānara when he hath grown in glory, shines on the tribes of men with light and treasure.3 For fear of thee forth fled the dark-hued races, scattered abroad, deserting their possessions,When, glowing, O Vaiśvānara, for Pūru, thou Agni didst light up and rend their castles.4 Agni Vaiśvānara, both Earth and Heaven submit them to thy threefold jurisdiction.Refulgent in thine undecaying lustre thou hast invested both the worlds with splendour.5 Agni, the tawny horses, loudly neighing our resonant hymns that drop with oil, attend thee;Lord of the tribes, our Charioteer of riches, Ensign of days, Vaiśvānara of mornings.6 In thee, O bright as Mitra, Vasus seated the might of Aduras, for they loved thy spirit.Thou dravest Dasyus from their home, O Agni, and broughtest forth broad light to light the Ārya.7 Born in the loftiest heaven thou in a moment reachest, like wind, the place where Gods inhabit.Thou, favouring thine offspring, roaredst loudly when giving life to creatures, Jātavedas.8 Send us that strength, Vaiśvānara, send it, Agni, that strength, O Jātavedas, full of splendour,Wherewith, all-bounteous God, thou pourest riches, as fame wide-spreading, on the man who offers.9 Agni, bestow upon our chiefs and nobles that famous power, that wealth which feedeth many.Accordant with the Vasus and the Rudras, Agni, Vaiśvānara, give us sure protection.

HYMN VI. Agni.1. PRAISE of the Asura, high imperial Ruler, the Manly One in whom the folk shall triumph-I laud his deeds who is as strong as Indra, and lauding celebrate the Fort-destroyer.2 Sage, Sing, Food, Light,—they bring him from the mountain, the blessed Sovran of the earth and heaven.I decorate with songs the mighty actions which Agni, Fort-destroyer, did aforetime.3 The foolish, faithless, rudely-speaking niggards, without belief or sacrifice or worship,—Far far sway hath Agni chased those Dasytis, and, in the cast, hath turned the godless westward.4 Him who brought eastward, manliest with his prowess, the Maids rejoicing in the western darkness,That Agni I extol, the Lord of riches, unyielding tamer of assailing foemen.5 Him who brake down the walls with deadly weapons, and gave the Mornings to anoble Husband,Young Agni, who with conquering strength subduing the tribes of Nahus made them bring their tribute.6 In whose protection all men rest by nature, desiring to enjoy his gracious favour-Agni Vaiśvānara in his Parents, bosom hath found the choicest seat in earth and heaven.7 Vaiśvānara the God, at the sun's setting, hath taken to himself deep-hidden treasures:Agni hath taken them from earth and heaven, from the sea under and the sea above us.

HYMN VII. Agni.1. I SEND forth even your God, victorious Agni, like a strong courser, with mine adoration.Herald of sacrifice be he who knoweth he hath reached Gods, himself, with measured motion.2 By paths that are thine own come hither, Agni, joyous, delighting in the Gods’ alliance,Making the heights of earth roar with thy fury, burning with eager teeth the woods and forests.3 The grass is strewn; the sacrifice advances adored as Priest, Agni is made propitious,Invoking both All-boon-bestowing Mothers of whom, Most Youthful! thou wast born to help us.4 Forthwith the men, the best of these for wisdom, have made him leader in the solemn worship.As Lord in homes of men is Agni stablished, the Holy One, the joyous, sweetly speaking.5 He hath come, chosen bearer, and is seated in man's home, Brahman, Agni, the Supporter,He whom both Heaven anct Earth exalt and strengthenwhom, Giver of all boons, the Hotar worships.6 These have passed all in glory, who, the manly, have wrought with skill the hymn of adoration;Who, listening, have advanced the people's welfare, and set their thoughts on this my holy statute.7 We, the Vasisthas, now implore thee, Agni, O Son of Strength, the Lord of wealth and treasure.Thou hast brought food to singers and to nobles. Ye Gods, preserve us evermore with blessings.

HYMN VIII. Agni1. THE King whose face is decked with oil is kindled with homage offered by his faithful servant.The men, the priests adore him with oblations. Agni hath shone forth when the dawn is breaking.2 Yea, he hath been acknowledged as most mighty, the joyous Priest of men, the youthful Agni.He, spreading o’er the earth, made light around him, and grew among the plants with blackened fellies..3 How dost thou decorate our hymn, O Agni? What power dost thou exert when thou art lauded?When, Bounteous God, may we be lords of riches, winners of precious wealth which none may conquer?4 Far famed is this the Bhārata's own Agni he shineth like the Sun with lofty splendour.He who hath vanquished Pūru in the battle, the heavenly guest hath glowed in full refulgence.5 Full many oblations are in thee collected: with all thine aspects thou hast waxen gracious.Thou art already famed as praised and lauded, yet still, O nobly born, increase thy body.6 Be this my song, that winneth countless treasure, engendered with redoubled force for Agni,That, splendid, chasing sickness, slaying demons, it may delight our friend and bless the singers.7 We, the Vasisthas, now implore thee, Agni, O Son of Strength, the Lord of wealth and riches.Thou hast brought food to singers and to nobles. Ye Gods, preserve us evermore with blessings.

HYMN IX. Agni.1. ROUSED from their bosom is the Dawns' beloved, the joyous Priest, most sapient, Purifier.He gives a signal both to Gods and mortals, to Gods oblations, riches to the pious.2 Most wise is he who, forcing doors of Paṇis, brought the bright Sun to us who feedeth many.The cheerful Priest, men's Friend and home-companion, through still night's darkness he is made apparent.3 Wise, ne.'er deceived, uncircumscribed, refulgent, our gracious guest, a Friend with good attendants,Shines forth with wondrous light before the Mornings; the young plants hath he entered, Child of Waters.4 Seeking our gatherings, he, your Jātavedas, hath shone adorable through human ages,Who gleams refulgent with his lovely lustre: the kine have waked to meet him when enkindled.5 Go on thy message to the Gods, and fail not, O Agni, with their band who pray and worship.Bring all the Gods that they may give us riches, Sarasvatī, the Maruts, Aśvins, Waters.6 Vasiṣṭha, when enkindling thee, O Agni, hath slain jarutha. Give us wealth in plenty.Sing praise in choral song, O Jātavedas. Ye Gods, preserve us evermore with blessings.

HYMN X. Agni.1. HE hath sent forth, bright, radiant, and refulgent, like the Dawn's Lover, his far-spreading lustre.Pure in his splendour shines the golden Hero: our longing thoughts hath he aroused and wakened.2 He, like the Sun, hath shone while Morn is breaking, and priests who weave the sacrifice sing praises,Agni, the God, who knows their generations and visits Gods, most bounteous, rapid envoy.3 Our songs and holy hymns go forth to Agni, seeking the God and asking him for riches,Him fair to see, of goodly aspect, mighty, men's messenger who carries their oblations.4 joined with the Vasus, Agni, bring thou Indra bring hither mighty Rudra with the Rudras,Aditi good to all men with Ādityas, Bṛhaspati All-bounteous, with the Singers.5 Men eagerly implore at sacrifices Agni, Most Youthful God, the joyous Herald.For he is Lord and Ruler over riches, and for Gods’ worship an unwearied envoy.

HYMN XI. Agni.1. GREAT art thou, Agni, sacrifice's Herald: not without thee are deathless Gods made joyful.Come hither with all Deities about thee here take thy seat, the first, as Priest, O Agni.2 Men with oblations evermore entreat thee, the swift, to undertake an envoy's duty.He on whose sacred grass with Gods thou sittest, to him, O Agni, are the days propitious.3 Three times a day in thee are shown the treasures sent for the mortal who presents oblation.Bring the Gods hither like a man, O Agni: be thou our envoy, guarding us from curses.4 Lord of the lofty sacrifice is Agni, Agni is Lord of every gift presented.The Vasus were contented with his wisdom, so the Gods made him their oblationbearer.5 O Agni, bring the Gods to taste our presents: with Indra leading, here let them be joyful.Convey this sacrifice to Gods in heaven. Ye Gods, preserve us evermore with blessings.

HYMN XII. Agni.1. WE with great reverence have approached The Youngest who hath shone forth well-kindled in his dwelling,With wondrous light between wide earth and heaven, well-worshipped, looking forth in all directions.2 Through his great might o’ercoming all misfortunes, praised in the house is Agni Jātavedas.May he protect us from disgrace and trouble, both us who laud him and our noble patrons.3 O Agni, thou art Varuṇa and Mitra: Vasisthas with their holy hymns exalt thee.With thee be most abundant gain of treasure. Ye Gods, preserve us evermore with blessings.

HYMN XIII. Agni.1. BRING song and hymn to Agni, Asura-slayer, enlightener of all and thought-bestower.Like an oblation on the grass, to please him, I bring this to Vaiśvānara, hymn-inspirer.2 Thou with thy flame, O Agni, brightly glowing, hast at thy birth filled full the earth and heaven.TIOU with thy might, Vaiśvānara Jātavedas, settest the Gods free frodi the curse that bound them.3 Agni, when, born thou lookedst on all creatures, like a brisk herdsman moving round his cattle.The path to prayer, Vaiśvānara, thou foundest. Ye Gods, preserve us evermore with blessings.

HYMN XIV Agni.1. WITH reverence and with offered gifts serve we the God whose flame is bright:Let us bring Jātavedas fuel, and adore Agni when we invoke the Gods.2 Agni, may we perform thy rites with fuel, and honour thee, O Holy one, with praises:Honour thee, Priest of sacrifice! with butter, thee, God of blessed light! with our oblation.3 Come, Agni, with the Gods to our invoking, come, pleased, to offerings sanctified with Vaṣaṭ.May we be his who pays thee, God, due honour. Ye Gods, preserve us evermore with blessings.

HYMN XV. Agni.1. OFFER oblations in his mouth, the bounteous God's whom we must serve.His who is nearest kin to us:2 Who for the Fivefold People's take hath seated him in every homeWise, Youthful, Master of the house.3 On all sides may that Agni guard our household folk and property;May he deliver us from woe.4 I have begotten this new hymn for Agni, Falcon of the sky:Will he not give us of his wealth?5 Whose lories when he glows in front of sacrite are fair to see,Like wealth of one with hero sons.6 May he enjoy this hallowed gift, Agni accept our songs, who bearsOblations, best of worshippers.7 Lord of the house, whom men must seek, we set thee down, O Worshipped OnelBright, rich in heroes, Agni! God8 Shine forth at night and morn: through thee with fires are we provided well.Thou, rich in heroes, art our Friend.9 The men come near thee for their gain, the singers with their songs of praise:Speech, thousandfold, comes near to thee.10 Bright, Purifier, meet for praise, Immortal with refulgent glow,Agni drives Rākṣasas away.11 As such, bring us abundant wealth, young Child of Strength, for this thou canstMay Bhaga give us what is choice.12 Thou, Agni, givest hero fame: Bhaga and Savitar the God,And Did give us what is good.13 Agni, preserve us from distress: consume our enemies, O God,Eternal, with the hottest flames.14 And, irresistible, be thou a mighty iron fort to us,With hundred walls for man's defence.15 Do thou preserve us, eve and morn, from sorrow, from the wicked men,Infallible! by day and night.

HYMN XVI. Agni.1. WITH this my reverent hymn I call Agni for you, the Son of Strength,Dear, wisest envoy, served with noble sacrifice, immortal messenger of all.2 His two red horses, all-supporting, let him yoke: let him, well-worshipped, urge them fast.Then hath the sacrifice good prayers and happy end, and heavenly gift of wealth to men.3 The flame of him the Bountiful, the Much-invoked, hath mounted up,And his red-coloured smoke-clouds reach and touch the sky: the men are kindling Agni well.4 Thee, thee Most Glorious One we make our messenger. Bring the Gods hither to the feast.Give us, O Son of Strength, all food that fcedeth man: give that for which we pray to thee.5 Thou, Agni, art the homestead's Lord, our Herald at the sacrifice.Lord of all boons, thou art the Cleanser and a Sage. Pay worship, and enjoy the good.6 Give riches to the sacrificer, O Most Wise, for thou art he who granteth wealth.Inspire with zeal each priest at this our solemn rite; all who are skilled in singing praise.7 O Agni who art worshipped well, dear let our princes he to thee,Our wealthy patrons who are governors of men, who part, as gifts, their stalls of kine.8 They in whose home, her hand bearing the sacred oil, Iḷā sits down well-satisfied-Guard them, Victorious God, from slander and from harm. give us a refuge famed afar.9 Do thou, a Priest with pleasant tongue, most wise, and very near to us,Agni, bring riches hither to our liberal chiefs, and speed the oflering of our gifts.10 They who bestow as bounty plenteous wealth of steeds, moved by desire of great renown-Do thou with saving help preserve them from distress, Most Youthful! with a hundred forts.11 The God who gives your wealth demands a full libation poured to him.Pour ye it forth, then fill the vessel full again: then doth the God pay heed to you.12 Him have the Gods appointed Priest of sacrifice, oblation-bearer, passing wise.Agni gives wealth and valour to the worshipper, to folk who offer up their gifts.

HYMN XVII. Agni.1. AGNI, be kindled well with proper fuel, and let the grass be scattered wide about thee.2 Let the impatient Portals be thrown open bring thou the Gods impatient to come hither.3 Taste, Agni: serve the Gods with our oblation. Offer good sacrifices, Jātavedas!4 Let Jātavedas pay fair sacrifices, worship andgratify the Gods Immortal.5 Wise God, win for us things that are all-goodly, and let the prayers, we pray today be fruitful.6 Thee, even thee, the Son of Strength, O Agni, those Gods have made the bearer of oblations.7 To thee the God may we perform our worship: do thou, besought, grant us abundant riches.

HYMN XVIII. Indra.1. ALL is with thee, O Indra, all the treasures which erst our fathers won who sang thy praises.With thee are milch-kine good to milk, and horses: best winner thou of riches for the pious.2 For like a King among his wives thou dwellest: with glories, as a Sage, surround and help us.Make us, thy servants, strong for wealth, and honour our songs wirth kine and steeds and decoration.3 Here these our holy hymns with joy and gladness in pious emulation have approached thee.Hitherward come thy path that leads to riches: may we find shelter in thy favour, Indra.4 Vasiṣṭha hath poured forth his prayers, desiring to milk thee like a cow in goodly pasture.All these my people call thee Lord of cattle: may Indra. come unto the prayer we offer.5 What though the floods spread widely, Indra made them shallow and easy for Sudās to traverse.He, worthy of our praises, caused the Simyu, foe of our hymn, to curse the rivers' fury.6 Eager for spoil was Turvaśa Purodas, fain to win wealth, like fishes urged by hunger.The Bhṛgus and the Druhyus quickly listened: friend rescued friend mid the two distant peoples.7 Together came the Pakthas, the Bhalanas, the Alinas, the Sivas, the Visanins.Yet to the Trtsus came the Ārya's Comrade, through love of spoil and heroes' war, to lead them.8 Fools, in their folly fain to waste her waters, they parted inexhaustible Paruṣṇī.Lord of the Earth, he with his might repressed them: still lay the herd and the affrighted herdsman.9 As to their goal they sped to their destruetion: they sought Paruṣṇī; e’en the swift returned not.Indra abandoned, to Sudās the manly, the swiftly flying foes, unmanly babblers.10 They went like kine unherded from the pasture, each clinging to a friend as chance directed.They who drive spotted steeds, sent down by Pṛśni, gave ear, the Warriors and the harnessed horses.11 The King who scattered one-and-twenty people of both Vaikarna tribes through lust of glory-As the skilled priest clips grass within the chamber, so hath the Hero Indra, wrought their downfall.12 Thou, thunder-armed, o’erwhelmedst in the waters famed ancient Kavasa and then the Druhyu.Others here claiming friendship to their friendship, devoted unto thee, in thee were joyful.13 Indra at once with conquering might demolished all their strong places and their seven castles.The goods of Anu's son he gave to Trtsu. May we in sacrifice conquer scorned Pūru.14 The Anavas and Druhyus, seeking booty, have slept, the sixty hundred, yea, six thousand,And six-and-sixty heroes. For the pious were all these mighty exploits done by Indra.15 These Trtsus under Indra's careful guidance came speeding like loosed waters rushing downward.The foemen, measuring exceeding closely, abandoned to Sudās all their provisions.16 The hero's side who drank the dressed oblation, Indra's denier, far o’er earth he scattered.Indra brought down the fierce destroyer's fury. He gave them various roads, the path's Controller.17 E’en with the weak he wrought this matchless exploit: e’en with a goat he did to death a lion.He pared the pillar's angles with a needle. Thus to Sudās Indra gave all provisions.18 To thee have all thine enemies submitted: e’en the fierce Bheda hast thou made thy subject.Cast down thy sharpened thunderbolt, O Indra, on him who harms the men who sing thy praises.19 Yamuna and the Trtsus aided Indra. There he stripped Bheda bare of all his treasures.The Ajas and the Sigrus and the Yaksus brought in to him as tribute heads of horses.20 Not to be scorned, but like Dawns past and recent, O Indra, are thy favours and thy riches.Devaka, Mānyamana's son, thou slewest, and smotest Śambara from the lofty mountain.21 They who, from home, have gladdened thee, thy servants Parasara, Vasiṣṭha, Satayatu,Will not forget thy friendship, liberal Giver. So shall the days dawn prosperous for the princes.22 Priest-like, with praise, I move around the altar, earning Paijavana's reward, O Agni,Two hundred cows from Devavan's descendant, two chariots from Sudās with mares to draw them.23 Gift of Paijavana, four horses bear me in foremost place, trained steeds with pearl to deck them.Sudās's brown steeds, firmly-stepping, carry me and my son for progeny and glory.24 Him whose fame spreads between wide earth and heaven, who, as dispenser, gives each chief his portion,Seven flowing Rivers glorify like Indra. He slew Yudhyamadhi in close encounter.25 Attend on him O ye heroic Maruts as on Sudās's father Divodāsa.Further Paijavana's desire with favour. Guard faithfully his lasting firm dominion.

HYMN XIX. Indra.1. HE like a bull with sharpened horns, terrific, singly excites and agitates all the people:Thou givest him who largely pours libations his goods who pours not, for his own possession.2 Thou, verily, Indra, gavest help to Kutsa, willingly giving car to him in battle,When, aiding Ārjuneya, thou subduedst to him both Kuyava and the Dāsa Śuṣṇa.3 O Bold One, thou with all thine aids hast boldly holpen Sudās whose offerings were accepted,Pūru in winning land and slaying foemen, and Trasadasyu son of Purukutsa.4 At the Gods’ banquet, hero-souled! with Heroes, Lord of Bay Steeds, thou slewest many foemen.Thou sentest in swift death to sleep the Dasyu, both Cumuri and Dhuni, for Dabhīti.5 These were thy mighty powers that, Thunder-wielder, thou swiftly crushedst nine-and-ninety castles:Thou capturedst the hundredth in thine onslaught; thou slewest Namuci, thou slewest Vṛtra.6 Old are the blessings, Indra, which thou gavest Sudās the worshipper who brought oblations.For thee, the Strong, I yoke thy strong Bay Horses: may our prayers reach thee and win strength, Most Mighty!7 Give us not up, Lord of Bay Horses, Victor, in this thine own assembly, to the wicked.Deliver us with true and faithful succours: dear may we be to thee among the princes.8 May we men, Maghavan, the friends thou lovest, near thee be joyful under thy protection.Fain to fulfil the wish of Atithigva humble. the pride of Turvaśa and Yadva.9 Swiftly, in truth, O Maghavan, about thee men skilled in hymning sing their songs and praises. 'Elect us also into their assembly who by their calls on thee despoiled the niggards.10 Thine are these lauds, O manliest of heroes, lauds which revert to us and give us riches.Favour these, Indra, when they fight with faemen, as Friend and Hero and the heroes' Helper.11 Now, lauded for thine aid, Heroic Indra, sped by our prayer, wax mighty in thy body.Apportion to us strength and habitations. Ye Gods, protect us evermore with blessings.

HYMN XX. Indra.1. STRONG, Godly-natured, born for hero exploit, man's Friend, hedoth whatever deed he willeth.Saving us e’en from great transgression, Indra, the Youthful, visiteth man's home with favour.2 Waxing greatness Indra slayeth Vṛtra: the Hero with his aid hath helped the singer.He gave Sudās wide room and space, and often hath granted wealth to him who brought oblations.3 Soldier unchecked, war-rousing, battling Hero, unconquered from of old, victorious ever,Indra the very strong hath scattered armies; yea, he hath slain each foe who fought against him.4 Thou with thy greatness hast filled full, O Indra, even both the worlds with might, O thou Most Mighty.Lord of Bays, Indra, brandishing his thunder, is gratified with Soma at the banquet.5 A Bull begat the Bull for joy of battle, and a strong Mother brought forth him the manly.He who is Chief of men, their armies' Leader, is strong Hero, bold, and fain for booty.6 The people falter not, nor suffer sorrow, who win themselves this God's terrific spirit.He who with sacrifices worships Indra is lord of wealth, law-born and law's protector.7 Whene’er the elder fain would help the younger the greater cometh to the lesser's present.Shall the Immortal sit aloof' inactive? O Wondrous Indra, bring us wondrous riches.8 Thy dear folk, Indra, who present oblations, are, in chief place, thy friends, O Thunder-wielder.May we be best content in this thy favour, sheltered by One who slays not, but preserves us.9 To thee the mighty hymn hath clamoured loudly, and, Maghavan, the eloquent hath besought thee.Desire of wealth hath come upon thy singer: help us then, gakra, to our share of riches.10 Place us by food which thou hast given, O Indra, us and the wealthy patrons who command us.Let thy great power bring good to him who lauds thee. Ye Gods, preserve us evermore with blessings.

HYMN XXI. Indra.1. PRESSED is the juice divine with milk commingled: thereto hath Indra ever been accustomed.We wake thee, Lord of Bays, with sacrifices: mark this our laud in the wild joy of Soma.2 On to the rite they move, the grass they scatter, these Soma-drinkers eloquent in synod.Hither, for men to grasp, are brought the press-stones, far-thundering, famous, strong, that wait on heroes.3 Indra, thou settest free the many waters that were encompassed, Hero, by the Dragon.Down rolled, as if on chariots borne, the rivers: through fear of thee all things created tremble.4 Skilled in all manly deeds the God terrific hath with his weapons mastered these opponents.Indra in rapturous joy shook down their castles he slew them in his might, the Thunder-wielder.5 No evil spirits have impelled us, Indra, nor fiends, O Mightiest God, with their devices.Let our true God subdue the hostile rabble: let not the lewd approach our holy worship.6 Thou in thy strength surpassest Earth and Heaven: the regions comprehend not all thy greatness.With thine own power and might thou slewest Vṛtra: no foe hath found the end of thee in battle.7 Even the earlier Deities submitted their powers to thy supreme divine dominion.Indra wins wealth and deals it out to other's: men in the strife for booty call on Indra.8 The humble hath invoked thee for protection, thee, Lord of great felicity, O Indra.Thou with a hundred aids hast been our Helper: one who brings gifts like thee hath his defender.9 May we, O Indra, be thy friends for ever, eagerly, Conqueror, yielding greater homage.May, through thy grace, the strength of us who battle quell in the shock the onset of the foeman.10 Place us by food which thou hast given, O Indra, us and the wealthy patrons who command us.Let thy great power bring good to him who lauds thee. Ye Gods, preserve us evermore with blessings.

HYMN XXII Indra.1. DRINK Soma, Lord of Bays, and let it cheer thee: Indra, the stone, like a well guided courser,Directed by the presser's arms hath pressed it.2 So let the draught of joy, thy dear companion, by which, O Lord of Bays, thou slayest foemen,Delight thee, Indra, Lord of princely treasures.3 Mark closely, Maghavan, the words I utter, this eulogy recited by Vasiṣṭha:Accept the prayers I offer at thy banquet.4 Hear thou the call of the juice-drinking press-stone: hear thou the Brahman's hymn who sings and lauds thee.Take to thine inmost self these adorations.5 I know and ne’er forget the hymns and praises of thee, the Conqueror, and thy strength immortal.Thy name I ever utter. Self-Refulgent6 Among mankind many are thy libations, and many a time the pious sageinvokes thee.O Maghavan, be not long distant from us.7 All these libations are for thee, O Hero: to thee I offer these my prayers. that strengthen.Ever, in every place, must men invoke thee.8 Never do men attain, O Wonder-Worker, thy greatness, Mighty One, who must be lauded,Nor, Indra, thine heroic power and bounty.9 Among all Ṛṣis, Indra, old and recent, who have engendered hymns as sacred singers,Even with us be thine auspicious friendships. Ye Gods, preserve us evermore with blessings.

HYMN XXIII. Indra.1. PRAYERS have been offered up through love of glory: Vasiṣṭha, honour Indra in the battle.He who with might extends through all existence hears words which I, his faithful servant, utter.2 A cry was raised which reached the Gods, O Indra, a cry to them to send us strength in combat.None among men knows his own life's duration: bear us in safety over these our troubles.3 The Bays, the booty-seeking car I harness: my prayers have reached him who accepts them gladly.Indra, when he had slain resistless foemen, forced with his might the two world-halves asunder.4 Like barren cows, moreover, swelled the waters: the singen sought thy holy rite, O Indra.Come unto us as with his team comes Vāyu: thou, through our solemn hymns bestowest booty.5 So may these gladdening draughts rejoice thee, Indra, the Mighty, very bounteous to the singer.Alone among the Gods thou pitiest mortals: O Hero, make thee glad at this libation.6 Thus the Vasisthas glorify with praises Indra, the Powerful whose arm wields thunder.Praised, may he guard our wealth in kine and heroes. Ye Gods, preserve us evermore with blessings.

HYMN XXIV. Indra.1. A HOME is made for thee to dwell in, Indra: O Much-invoked, go thitherwith the heroes.That thou, to prosper us, mayst be our Helper, vouchsafe us wealth, rejoice with draughts of Soma.2 Indra, thy wish, twice-strong, is comprehended: pressed is the Soma, poured are pleasant juices.This hymn of praise, from loosened tongue, made perfect, draws Indra to itself with loud invoking.3 Come, thou Impetuous; God, from earth or heaven; come to our holy grass to drink the Soma.Hither to me let thy Bay Horses bring thee to listen to our hymns and make thee joyful.4 Come unto us with all thine aids, accordant, Lord of Bay Steeds, accepting our devotions,Fair-helmeted, o’ercoming with the mighty, and lending us the strength of bulls, O Indra.5 As to the chariot pole a vigorous courser, this laud is brought to the great strong Upholder.This hymn solicits wealth of thee: in heaven, as ’twere above the sky, set thou our glory.6 With precious things. O Indra, thus content us: may we attain to thine exalted favour.Send our chiefs plenteous food with hero children. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.

HYMN XXV. Indra.WHEN with thy mighty help, O potent Indra, the armies rush together in their fury.When from the strong man's arm the lightning flieth, let not the mind go forth to side with others.2 O Indra, where the ground is hard to traverse, smite down our foes, the mortals who assail us,Keep far from us the curse of the reviler: bring us accumulated store of treasures.3 God of the fair helm, give Sudās a hundred succours, a thousand blessings, and thy bounty.Strike down the weapon of our mortal foeman: bestow upon us splendid fame and riches.4 I wait the power of one like thee, O Indra, gifts of a Helper such as thou art, Hero.Strong, Mighty God, dwell with me now and ever: Lord of Bay Horses, do not thou desert us.5 Here are the Kutsas supplicating Indra for might, the Lord of Bays for God-sent conquest.Make our foes ever easy to be vanquished: may we, victorious, win the spoil, O Hero.6 With precious things, O Indra, thus content us: may we attain to thine exalted favour.Send our chiefs plenteous food with hero children. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.

HYMN XXVI. Indra.1. SOMA unpressed ne’er gladdened liberal Indra, no juices pressed without a prayer have pleased him.I generate a laud that shall delight him, new and heroic, so that he may hear us.2 At every laud the Soma gladdens Indra: pressed juices please him as each psalm is chanted,What time the priests with one united effort call him to aid, as sons invoke their father.3 These deeds he did; let him achieve new exploits, such as the priests declare at their libations.Indra hath taken and possessed all castles, like as one common husband doth his spouses.4 Even thus have they declared him. Famed is Indra as Conqueror, sole distributer of treasures;Whose many succours come in close succession. May dear delightful benefits attend us.5 Thus, to bring help to men, Vasiṣṭha laudeth Indra, the peoples' Hero, at libation.Bestow upon us strength and wealth in thousands. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.

HYMN XXVII. Indra.1. MEN call on Indra in the armed encounter that he may make the hymns they sing decisive.Hero, rejoicing in thy might, in combat give us a portion of the stall of cattle,2 Grant, Indra Maghavan, invoked of many, to these my friends the strength which thou possessest.Thou, Maghavan, hast rent strong places open: unclose for us, Wise God, thy hidden bounty.3 King of the living world, of men, is Indra, of all in varied form that earth containeth.Thence to the worshipper he giveth riches: may he enrich us also when we laud him.4 Maghavan Indra, when we all invoke him, bountiful ever sendeth strength to aid us:Whose perfect guerdon, never failing, bringeth wealth to the men, to friends the thing they covet.5 Quick, Indra, give us room and way to riches, and let us bring thy mind to grant us treasures,That we may win us cars and Steeds and cattle. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.

HYMN XXVIII. Indra.1. COME to our prayers, O Indra, thou who knowest: let thy Bay Steeds be yoked and guided hither.Though mortal men on every side invoke thee, still give thine ear to us, O All-impeller.2 Thy greatness reacheth to our invocation, the sages' prayer which, Potent God, thou guardest.What time thy hand, O Mighty, holds the thunder, awful in strength thou hast become resistless.3 What time thou drewest both world-halves together, like heroes led by thee who call each other-For thou wast born for strength and high dominion-then e’en the active overthrew the sluggish.4 Honour us in these present days, O Indra, for hostile men are making expiation.Our sin that sinless Varuṇa discovered, the Wondrous-Wise hath long ago forgiven.5 We will address this liberal Lord, this Indra, that he may grant us gifts of ample riches,Best favourer of the singer's prayer and praises. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.

HYMN XXIX Indra.1. THIS Soma hath been pressed for thee, O Indra: come hither, Lord of Bays, for this thou lovest.Drink of this fair, this well-effused libation: Maghavan, give us wealth when we implore thee.2 Come to us quickly with thy Bay Steeds, Hero, come to our prayer, accepting our devotion.Enjoy thyself aright at this libation, and listen thou unto the prayers we offer.3 What satisfaction do our hymns afford thee? When, Maghavan? Now let us do thee service.Hymns, only hymns, with love for thee, I weave thee: then hear, O Indra, these mine invocations.4 They, verily, were also human beings whom thou wast wont to hear, those earlier sages.Hence I, O Indra Maghavan, invoke thee: thou art our Providence, even as a Father.5 We will address this liberal Lord, this Indra, that he may grant us gifts of ample riches,Best favourer of the singer's prayer and praises. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.

HYMN XXX. Indra.1. WITH power and strength, O Mighty God, approach us: be the augmenter, Indra, of these riches;Strong Thunderer, Lord of men, for potent valour, for manly exploit and for high dominion.2 Thee, worth invoking, in the din of battle, heroes invoke in fray for life and sunlight.Among all people thou art foremost fighter: give up our enemies to easy slaughter.3 When fair bright days shall dawn on us, O Indra, and thou shalt bring thy banner near in battle,Agni the Asura shall sit as Herald, calling Gods hither for our great good fortune.4 Thine are we, Indra, thine, both these who praise thee, and those who give rich gifts, O God and Hero.Grant to our princes excellent protection, may they wax old and still be strong and happy.5 We will address this liberal Lord, this Indra that he may grant us gifts of ample riches:Best favourer of the singer's prayer and praises. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.

HYMN XXXI. Indra.1. SING ye a song, to make him glad, to Indra, Lord of Tawny Steeds,The Soma-drinker, O my friends.2 To him the Bounteous say the laud, and let us glorify, as men May do, the Giver of true gifts.3 O Indra, Lord of boundless might, for us thou winnest strength and kine,Thou winnest gold for us, Good Lord.4 Faithful to thee we loudly sing, heroic Indra, songs to thee: Mark, O Good Lord, this act of ours.5 Give us not up to man's reproach, to foeman's hateful calumny: In thee alone is all my strength.6 Thou art mine ample coat of mail, my Champion, Vṛtra-Slayer, thou:With thee for Friend I brave the foe.7 Yea, great art thou whose conquering might two independent Powers confess.The Heaven, O India, and the Earth.8 So let the voice surround thee, which attends the Maruts on their way,Reaching thee with the rays of light.9 Let the ascending drops attain to thee, the Wondrous God, in heaven:Let all the folk bow down to thee.10 Bring to the Wise, the Great, who waxeth mighty, your offerings, and make ready your devotion;To many clans he goeth, man's controller.11 For Indra, the sublime, the far-pervading, have singers generated prayer and praises:The sages never violate his statutes.12 The choirs have stablished Indra King for ever, for victory, him whose anger is resistless:And, for the Bays' Lord, strengthened those he loveth.